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- Posted: Sat, 14 Dec 2013 00:03:56 +0000
"We can't let you go, we have an obligation to our clients and we aren't equipped to take prisoners."
Damon's face was stoic and his eyes cold. Strange how a man with so much mental power could look so vacant. He considered himself a professional and didn't allow his emotions to interfere with his work. Already he could see his men twitching to fire their rifles. Why did it make his arm sting so much?
Oh right, broken. That had something to do with it.
"Ending the lives of others is just part of the job, but in your case it'd really be a waste. Kind of like why I hate suicide, it's such an incredible waste of potential. So I want to offer you a chance to sign on with my organization instead. I don't think you want to die here and for people that don't care about you."
One of his mercenaries got a buzz on his headset, lowered his weapon and hurried to Damon's side. "Sir, evac will be here in three minutes."
Damon nodded and looked back to the woman. "Are you coming?" He motioned at the two mercenaries with their guns to her head. "Or staying?"