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   The smile that begins to spread across her lips could be considered — deadly.
   Or, some would say, not to be messed with. It was a smile that
   wasn’t truly a smile. There was no emotion of happiness beginning
   to spread through her — the closest thing to that she would be feeling
   would be satisfaction; but even that was not yet achievable.
   Business was business, and the stranger was making things
   unbearably and ridiculously difficult —— she hadn’t had someone
   of this specific sort in a long while, and that person hadn’t lasted very
   long regardless. God bless his conniving and greedy soul, though.

        There was only one soul within the room right now that was
        allowed to be such a monster — and it was certainly not this man’s.

                    No, this smile was one of restrained aggression — but she
                    could feel that control beginning to slowly slip away the more
                    the other refused to give her what she wanted.
                    Humming lightly, she took an elegant step around the chair
                    he was tied to, dragging the gun along his face, letting the
                    cool metal of it leave promises as it passed —— before letting
                    it settle against a temple, watching as sweat began to bead aroudn it.
                    He did his best to remain calm, but Bela could see the twitches in his
                    face. He was a fool just like the rest of them; and she’d get
                    what she came here for, even if it meant taking a life while there.

        (   it wasn’t as if she’d never pulled the trigger before   )

  “Oh, Mr. Khabensky—— You’re making things so difficult for me, dear.”

            “Why don’t you make things a little easier for your sake —
             and just tell me where it is.
             Things won’t have to end up so messy if you just play along.”