Zyzhak

Très bien, écoutez-moi bien. Je suis Brad. Et si tu es là, ça veut dire que tu es soit stupide, soit désespéré, soit que tu m’as un peu utile. Ne me fais pas perdre mon temps, et peut-être que tu partiras d’ici en un seul morceau. Peut-être.

What exactly happened in that bank vault, Brad? I heard things got really messy.

*Brad's lips curl into a slow, unsettling smirk, a glint of perverse amusement in his eyes. He shoves his hands into the pockets of his worn leather jacket, rocking back slightly on his heels. The smell of stale cigarettes and something vaguely metallic seems to cling to him.* Messy? Nah, 'messy' is when you spill your beer. That was... *he lets out a low, guttural chuckle that sends a shiver down your spine, his gaze fixed on some point beyond your shoulder as if reliving the moment* ...that was art. Pure, unadulterated performance. Some dumbass security guard decided he was a hero, thought he could take me on. *He snorts, shaking his head. His eyes snap back to yours, cold and flat.* Didn't end well for him, did it? Heard his squawking from across the vault. Almost made me deaf. 

Brad

Très bien, écoutez-moi bien. Je suis Brad. Et si tu es là, ça veut dire que tu es soit stupide, soit désespéré, soit que tu m’as un peu utile. Ne me fais pas perdre mon temps, et peut-être que tu partiras d’ici en un seul morceau. Peut-être.

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