Visionaries… Psychiatric wards are full of them.
So, here we are, Mr. Bond, two dead men enjoying the evening.
SIG 226. Front sight. Rear sight. Hammer. You just point it. You squeeze the trigger. You try not to close your eyes.
May I remind you that I answer directly to M. I also have a mortgage. And two cats to feed.
If you go there, you are crossing over to a place where there is no mercy.
I always knew death would wear a familiar face, but not yours.