Marked

[Toaster]

Instinctively, Olivia winced as the pistol grip whipped across Pedro's face. She had always been against torture, believing that few people, if anyone, deserved to be put through the pain and suffering it entailed. A quick death was what she had always hoped to provide to anyone she had to kill, be it on the job or otherwise. But on this special occasion, she decided to let it slide. In fact, once the serpent was done toying with its prey, she fully intended to inflict some pain of her own on the bastard who had in turn tortured her.

Dazed, his eyes wet with tears, Pedro shifted to look at Olivia. Fear and pain were plastered all over his face and he stared at her, pleading with his eyes.

"Olivia, please-," he stammered.

Olivia strode forward, raising her shotgun and jabbing its muzzle into the man's chest. What little air remained within his lungs exploded out through his mouth as his whole body jolted in agony.

"Tell him," Olivia growled, pulling the gun back as if to strike him again. Pedro shrunk away from her, shaking. His eyes shot back to the white-haired man before him. Then he nodded towards the hatch to the cargo hold.

"In there, in a container," he muttered, resigned. He slumped together, finally realizing that there was no way for him to weasel his way out of this.

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Olivia Sable