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“I’ve waited for this.”
Spy bares his teeth, unable to speak with his leather gloves balled up and shoved in his mouth as an impromptu gag.
“Really, y’wouldn’t believe how hard it is to pin you down proper.”
The enemy Sniper sneers down at Spy, expression unreadable behind his cracked sunglasses, which are still crooked from the recent scuffle.
“I’m almost impressed,” He grins, a cold and malicious thing, his sharpened and kukri glinting in the dim light. “I’m a damn good hunter.”
Spy’s eyes widen, and he rails against the ropes binding his arms behind his back, secured to the back of his chair. The ropes don’t give no matter how much he squirms, not even enough for him to work his spare knife out of his sleeve.
“Ah, I think you should stop that, mate.” Sniper hums, his quiet voice carrying an impossible weight, seemingly echoing throughout the disused sniping nest. “It ain’t gonna get you anywhere now.”
There’s a muffled shout, though Sniper pays it no mind. He peeks through the slatted windows for a moment before leaning back, seemingly satisfied in the privacy of his current hideout.
“Relax.” Sniper tuts as he strides over to Spy, seeming impossibly large in the cramped room, even his shadow leering over Spy.
He presses the tip of his kukri beneath Spy’s chin, grinning at Spy’s shudder as he looks up at his captor.
Spy swallows thickly, feeling impossibly small beneath Sniper, his breath stuttering as Sniper leans close enough for Spy to see the blood spattered beneath his glasses.
Sniper lowers his blade, gripping Spy by his tie as he ungags him, and to his amusement, Spy stays silent, staring up at Sniper with wide eyes, evidently terrified.
“I’ve just got a couple’a questions to ask you.”