"Are you really going to run your mouth in a place like this?" The officer asked. Something odd had happened with the punch. The impact seemed to do nothing to him, the force rebounding into Angelo's fist. "Fine then... Execution it is!" He said, slamming his arm into the younger man's neck, then slamming him to the ground, hard.

When he was sure the man was unconscious, he spoke once more. "... Hmm... I tried to be reasonable." He sighed. "Must have lost some of my reflexes turning 53..." He shook his head with a frown. He picked up the limp body of the young man. "Regardless, I will give you the three days I promised before your execution. I promise a spectacle won't be made of it, in any case." He said, taking the young man in to the Navy headquarters.