“Sorry the polygraph wasn’t working and we had to resort to good ol’ fucking your face up.” Angelo’s frostbitten blue face glared at him. His dark blond hair dripped ice water. “Apology not accepted,” he hissed. “You broke the machine right in front of me when we got here.” “It was an honest mistake,” Enzo grinned. “You shot the fucking thing.” Enzo shrugged. “I have bad aim. Ask anyone.” “He’s shit,” Achilles confirmed. “And so are you.” “I already told you, I didn’t do it,” Angelo spat out the words.
