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I will have to kill you
The words spoken out of anger, out of spite, out of so, so much frustration… But most of all, behind his back with a hiss as hushed as that… It did not mean they had any less of an impact. Not for the sniper at least.
Doctor Freaking Hemlock!!!
If asked and if in the mood for a chat, Crosshair would have admitted the imp doc gave him the heebie-jeebies for sure. Those cold sweats running down his spine. And certainly not the good kind of creeps either, as yes - there were those too on Crosshair’s world. The good kind of creepies.
But, this particular man was Creee-pyyy with a bolded capital C for sure.
The way the Doctor always spoke in hushed tones as if revealing some kind of secrets to his captive audience, literal captive audience! The imp most likely trying lull the unsuspecting target to a false sense of security. Which Crosshair certainly wasn’t buying not that he had many credits but yeah, the Doc was certainly no on the level, ever! What really got under the snipers skin thought, was the hot wet breath close to his ear. Hemlock always did that. Standing way, way too close while sharing his, thoughts. At least in Crosshair’s opinion.
Talk about riding a rickety rollercoaster without any kind of securing seatbelt up way too high!!
But yeah, Crosshair already had a plan of his own.
And so, he want too worried any more. Especially not now since Omega was here and the two of them having cooked up an escape plan. Sort of but achievable never the less. For now, it needed to be just the two of them leaving this dump behind. Later, they could come back and deal with the rest. The clones and other captives. They would come back with the cavalry. At least, that was their plan.
Oh yeah! Crosshair did have another plan too!
The words he had whispered behind Doctor Hemlock’s back for a while now coming to fruition soon enough.
The words?
“I will kill you.”