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[i]-His hands shot down into his pockets and pistoned back out. Several clicks snicker-snackered from Donny's left hand, a black length extending out that terminated in a gleaming point. Holding a nosespray bottle in his right hand, he quickly doused the tip in cyanide. He was out of Yancy's reach, but Yancy was still in Donny's. The hitman held the spear aimed at yancy with his elbow in, knees bent and springy, and left foot leading. His cigarette glowed softly then dimmed, the smoky bulk of the hitman tensing in morbid, suit-flexing preparation to relentlessly impale his target. As he did so, with hushed urgency and the self-assuredness of a trusted professional he whispered a piece of cruel advice to Yancy in a voice as hollow as a gypsy bone.-[/i]

[color=9e0b0f][b]">Be still and it won't hurt...-<"[/b][/color]