I take one last look at the bloodied, slumped man in the corner of his cell before turning to my father’s Silencer. “I’m done here, Damion. You’re free to go.”
WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE DONE? YOU'VE GIVEN ME NO INFORMATION AS TO HOW YOU'VE TORTURED THIS GUY? DID YOU USE THE OTHER SILENCER? DID YOU BEAT HIM UP? HELLO? WHAT HAPPENED?????
