[He turns around. Not a single drop of dread on his face. He wasn't kidding when he said he eats things like Cole for breakfast. There's still some synthetic equivalent of him waiting inside his fridge.
Cole is cold, Petre is hot with pure defiance, pure amusement.]
I barely touched the guy. I got what I needed to know and let him go.
[Which is in no way him scrambling for words to get that gun out of his face. It might as well not even be there.]
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Cole is cold, Petre is hot with pure defiance, pure amusement.]
I barely touched the guy. I got what I needed to know and let him go.
[Which is in no way him scrambling for words to get that gun out of his face. It might as well not even be there.]
But go ahead. Make a mess. It's been a while.