https://youtu.be/hgjg3nNLt30“Mm…” You groan, the back of your head hurts.
<span class="mu-i">Really</span> hurts.
“Whoa, so he’s really dead huh?” The voice of a woman. The same damnably familiar one.
It makes you crack your eyes open ever so slightly, your vision is shotty and eyelids are so very heavy.
Your eyes crack open ever so slightly. In your vision you can barely make out two pairs of feet, one is wearing black women's dress shoes and the other has on dark combat boots.
“Are you saddened by his departure?" The man in the combat boot opens his mouth, his voice sounds modulated, he must be wearing some sort of voice changer.
"Why would you think that?" The woman asks.
"You were one his comrades were you not?” he asks.
(What’s going on…? Who are they talking about…?) Your brain is scattered, your confusion heavy, but a quick glance to the side and you see Landon’s head hanging to the side as he sits perfectly still in the chair next to you.
It comes back to you then, (Right, I just got back and Landon was…Landon is…) It hurts to think about, in more ways than one.
(They must be talking about him then, were these guys…the ones that killed him…?) You wonder, listening more intently now to their conversation.
The woman cackles, “Comrades? Oh that's funny. No, me and him weren't comrades, I couldn't care less about a piece of dogshit like him, honestly kind of glad he's gone.”
“Do you have nothing good to say about him? No attachment, even after all the times he’s helped you?” The man asks.
She ponders for a moment, “I guess he had a pretty good cock, that was nice. But I can always find another”
“Fucking gutter woman…” The man laments.
(From the way they’re talking, it seems not…then did they have something to do with it…?) You attempt to move your body, you fail to even flinch, (Shit, just how hard did that bitch hit me, I can’t fucking move…) If you could, you might be able to surprise them, capture them and then interrogate them.
“Anyway, enough about him, did everything go smoothly on your end?” She asks.
“For the most part, a single woman got away…”
“One got away? And you didn’t hunt down and kill her?” She asks.
“The primary targets were successfully eliminated.” He counters.
“Yes but what if that runaway leaks info? This is supposed to be a top-secret operation, did you forget?” She argues.
He scoffs, “I chose to let her live. Unlike the rest, she’s mostly uninformed. She won’t say anything untoward to anyone, what she will do is help us push our message.”
“Push our mess-Oh! Ohhhhh…” You can hear the smile spread across her face, “You know, you’re more devious than I give you credit for…”
“Compliments from you are no different than insults.” He counters
She laughs, “Learn to take a little love handsome.”
“Love? Do you even know what such a thing is?” he asks her.
“No. I don’t.” She laughs again.
