The man with the charming smile stepped through, his head tilted, his hair immaculate. "Hello, Mr. Craw," he said politely.
"I'm afraid you've left us no choice," he said primly, stepping forward. "You're being quite disruptive nowadays. Where is your little friend?"
He grinned, exposing a smile of pearly white teeth. "I'm afraid that's not possible," he said, reaching out a hand as if to pat him on the shoulder.
He tilted his head, seemingly unaffected by Francis' demeanor. "Don't be like that, Mr. Craw," he said politely. "This is all just a bad dream." There was a sound of rapid movement behind him and a strong arm encircled his neck.
The arm was strong and relentless, pressing down on his windpipe. The man with the charming smile straightened his tie before stepping forward and punching Francis in the stomach, his hits precise and direct. He aimed a calculated hit to Francis' jaw.
The man stepped forward, clearly not rushed. He hit him again. "I'm supposed to kill you," he informed Francis thoughtfully. "Do you have a preference for how?
He cocked his head. "That's the question you ask?" He sighed, shaking his head as he stepped forward. "Don't fret. It isn't just you. You and Ms. Abernathy have caused quite a bit of trouble for Utrana agents. We just need to... take you two out of commission. It's nothing personal. Now, do you have a preference? Gun, knife, or fist?"
The slightest bit of irritation crossed the man's face. "Gun, knife, or fist, Mr. Craw. If you refuse to answer, the choice will be taken away from you."
The smile was back and he nodded before hitting Francis so hard that his vision faded for a moment. The arm around his neck let go and instead there was a foot on his neck. A gun clicked above him, pressing the barrel to his temple. "Anything else you'd like to know before you die?" the man asked politely, kneeling next to him.
