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"Do you believe in a god?" In one swift movement, you instantly lower your shotgun down to blow his fucking kneecaps in. He immediately drops to the ground because, well, what else would you expect from blowing his kneecaps apart? Ashton and Ashley jump a bit from the sudden sound but something else seems to make them stumble far, FAR away from you and the agent. As you look down, you can see why that is.
<span class="mu-b">Blue.</span> Neon blue, to be specific. From the completely obliterated kneecaps of the agent is a sickly neon blue liquid oozing out of the hole you put in his legs. It pulses and glows with a very faint light and, now that it's on his clothes, he's positively glowing now.
[UNSTABLE] IF ONLY WE HAD A CAR TO RUN HIM OVER WITH. DON'T LOWER YOUR GUARD THOUGH. THIS IS A TRICK, EVEN NIGGERS LIKE HIM SHOULD BE BLEEDING RED.
<span class="mu-s">"Our group-"</span> The Man In Silver hisses through clenched teeth, you think. <span class="mu-s">"kills gods. The Gods of the City are beneath our organization. Why believe in something so worthless? N-Company and their so called Holy Father is only allowed to exist through our express approval."</span>
[SEEKER OF THE CITY] That term, "Gods of the City", sounds oh so familiar but you can't place a finger on it. You'll know one when you see one, that's all you know.
You rip the shades off of his face. Given his torn apart leg, he can't really fight back. In one swift motion, you equip them.
>SHADES ACQUIRED (+1 COOLNESS [not a real stat]. Hides your eyes to prevent anyone from noticing them flashing.)
"Yet you couldn't even kill little ol' me, huh?" Time's ticking, you did just blow his kneecaps apart. You probably got ten minutes at most even without Ashton or help interrupting your conversation. "If you want to live, I would start answering my questions and I would answer them HONESTLY. One fuckup and you'll be sucking dick in hell with the other faggots. Capiche?"
<span class="mu-s">"Crystal."</span> Aside from his raggedy breathing, he seems remarkably calm. It's as if he doesn't care he's going to bleed out to death soon. Though you can see tiny, nervous twitches appear all across his body.
"Alright. First things first." You point over at Ashton. "Tell him and your other goons to FUCK OFF. Right now. Your attempt at a sneak attack failed and I'm armed with a gun. You can't do JACK or SHIT to me."
The Agent hesitates for a moment before whistling an odd tune towards Ashton. Two high notes, a low note, two high notes, then one last low note. The red-haired menace narrows his eyes before throwing his baseball bat down in disgust. "God DAMNIT. Can't even trust these fuckers to give me a payday. I should've asked for upfront payment but NO!"
"H-hey, look, I'm earning some money for our family too." Ashley tries her best to calm down her brother. You turn your attention back to the Agent instead of the sibling squabble. You squat down at the Agent to stare him right in the eyes (wherever they are in the static.)
"Who else are you stalking?"