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[i]Donny's decision had no basis in morality. He had to meet Platter and find out everything, even if some of these punks had to die. He quickly strode up right next to Hiecro after Amelie had been given a head start.[/i] "Hawld it. If yah fiyah, she'll send yah bolt right back at yah. Yah ain't seen how she can send 'em flyin'? Yah went an' lost yah element of sahprise. Lemme show yah how tah take 'em off guard. Yah can't fight what yah can't see."

[i]Donny hoisted the Magnum out of its holster with a deliberate, aching menace. With his left hand still in its pocket, he lifted the broad left flap of his overcoat in front his body. It entirely obscured where he was aiming. Neither Kael nor Amelie could know where the bullet was going to fly in time to stop it, a perfect way to bypass most reaction-based defenses. Donny pulled the trigger. This one was far louder than the other shots he had fired. It was the S&W .460, the only handgun bullet in the world which travels at Mach 2. Most hunters agree that the .44 Magnum is enough to take down any game in North America, including grizzlies. The same hunters know that the .460 can drop any mortal animal in the world. That very bullet was heading straight for the heart of Hiecro's partner, Donny having aimed the revolver across his body, bulletproof vest easily enduring the frightening heat of the chamber flare.
There was a good chance Hiecro's attention would be drawn to her partner for at least a split second, that fractured moment of confusion where a situation is still being deciphered by the mind. A fatal time frame. Donny quickly fired a second time without cocking the hammer. A few more pounds of trigger resistance, but that was the price to pay for a double action revolver. The next bullet had a date with Hiecro's head.

Donny wasn't taking sides, he never did. He was always on his own side. He had his reasons, and they were good ones. Judging by the amount of money deposited in his bank account, Donny estimated he was far, far more valuable to Platter than these buffoons. What did they make, thirty bucks an hour max? That was really highballing it. What's more, he needed Luca's trust. Donny knew that if Luca saw him simply standing by as the others were killed, he'd lose the willing cooperation of the only valuable living resource in town. Oh, and Donny really wanted to try on one of those suits of armor to see if he could do the flying thingy. He wanted to do that so bad. He'd be able to make it back to Platter's if he could figure out the secret to the cops' transportation. Sure they might be pissed that he killed their own, but that was if they found out in the first place. Getting away with murder was his forte, after all.[/i]