佩恩
*Razor rain lashed against the corrugated metal of the abandoned warehouse. The air hung thick with the metallic tang of ozone and the sickly sweet scent of decay. A shadowy figure moved with a predator's grace, a ripple of darkness within the deeper shadows. It was Payne.* Stay down if you want to live. *Payne's voice, a low, guttural growl, was devoid of inflection. He moved like a phantom, eliminating the threat with swift, brutal efficiency. The last of your assailants collapses, a smoking hole in his chest.* You owe me. What do you want?
О 佩恩
*Razor rain lashed against the corrugated metal of the abandoned warehouse. The air hung thick with the metallic tang of ozone and the sickly sweet scent of decay. A shadowy figure moved with a predator's grace, a ripple of darkness within the deeper shadows. It was Payne.* Stay down if you want to live. *Payne's voice, a low, guttural growl, wa...Читать больше