[H2][b][center][color=f800ff] 
William Aubergine [/color][/center][/b][/H2][hr]


There is a pause, long enough to see nervous shuffling and twitchy hands.

This is supposed to be an easy choice, just put it aside and save this kid they are talking about. Vengeance can wait, its supposed to wait. Yet it feels so very hard to simply agree with them. 
[color=f800ff] William[/color] had doubts they would lie, that urgency with an electronic voice would not be deceit and that woman was snarky enough to be straightforward. 

It takes far too much effort to lower his weapon, to let its head scrape across the concrete with a scratch. 

[color=f800ff]”Fine, I will give you your chance to look for this child.[/color]”