| Reemings walked into the bathroom, where I was wshing my hands. Perfect. He was holding his stomach, as though in great pain, and opened a stall. I heard the sounds on a zipper being pulled and on pants hitting the floor. At this, I pulled out my Colt .45 and opened the stall door, where Reemings sat.
"What the f-!" exclaimed Reemings.
"Giovanni doesn't like you not paying money."
"Dammit, I have real protection out there! You so much as fire that gun, they'll come in here and I'll have company in Hell!"
"Hmm... you're right." I pocketed my pistol and turned around, my hand still in my coat.
"Yer damn right I a-!"
His sentence ended in a gurgle as I transfixed him with a knife into the throat.
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"My word is my honor. My honor is my life."
-- Demonchild, Angelkin, the Blackest Seraph, the Final Warrior
"Cut down the Gods if they stand in you way."
-- Hagakure |