If there was something Hussaini hated more than anything else, it was being challenged, reduced to a position when he's not in complete control. His jaw tightened and his eyes narrowed, as the idea of killing the Operative took hold inside his head. It was hard to hold back when all that was necessary was a thought, a bit of effort to rupture the blood vessels and flood his brain with blood. But no, he wasn't about to be reduced to that, not without a very good reason. He wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of certainty, of knowing they were right about him.
"No, that's not how this is going to go down." - He grinned again, sure of himself once more. - "Let's consider for a moment, this ludicrous notion of yours. That I am 'infected'."
He started getting up slowly, with both his hands up, his palms open. - "Then don't you think you'd be at a disadvantage here?"
"The bravado is cute and all..." - He stepped over the bench he was sitting on, and walked backward away from the table and towards the cut-off wall. The Beholder had a clear shot now, in the case of anything going wrong. - "But let's look at this realistically."
"I don't think we can continue these talks anymore..." - He lowered his hands, now standing at some five feet from the table. - "So here's what you're going to do; You're going to stand up, both of you, and you're going to back away, then turn around and leave."
He paused for a moment while sending out a message. - [::protocol:black::authorized::prepare::defensive-fire::]
"I won't repeat twice." - He reaffirmed as a red light appeared at one of the treetops, and a pinging sound filled the silence of the night. A sound they would recognize as the charging of a laser sniper rifle.
