Charlie narrowed his eyes, he prepared himself for the inevitable pain he would feel at some point or another, via pistol-whip or gunshot.
"I never served the Red Hessians directly, apparently I hadn't suffered enough for them, so I just worked alongside them. Anything to bite back at those a**hole Rhein-nazi's"
He eyed the gun up, high calibre, perhaps a little clumsy for practical use, but a single shot of that is likely to tear up some, perhaps shatter a bone...
"I never met them eye-to-eye, most I heard was a strong green voice. I assisted in the destruction of many a Corsair vessels too... not like you seem to care, you are just wondering if I really am another meatbag, looking to get everyone killed"
He leaned away from the gun a little,
"I can follow orders to a tee, so if you have no further use to me, you better shoot me now. I'd rather die trying to do the right thing than die like a coward at the hands of those pigs in the houses"
He straightened up again, his eyes concentrating on a spot on the wall, awaiting a sharp pain, or worse..
