#ccompulsion

Well fire away, my killer. As my last act, I deny you the sick pleasure you’d surely derive from seeing me beg for my life, I pray only that you make it quick, you monster.” 

Afterward, the man had given her a quick glance -- she was unsettling to be around, the Void seemed to agree -- and then he'd went back to fiddling with his ankle monitor. If she had a problem, she could come and tell him. If not, Adrian saw no need to try and start up a real conversation. He was glad she was wearing a mask, even if it put him at a disadvantage. He didn't want to be on the receiving end of her glare if the aura she gave off just standing there was any indication of her ferocity.

“Me? No way.”He struggled to aim through the sights. His grip shook and his eyes darted about, refusing to focus on the actual target. He wasn’t built for the patience and discipline that sniper rifles required. But he also wasn’t built to give up, especially when he could feel a skilled killer’s expectant eyes on him. Down in the gorge below, a squad of two dug through loot inside one of the buildings along the river. He could see them through the holes in the roof. He itched to just chuck a grenade down, quick and easy.Unfortunately, neither of them had any. A bad drop meant little loot. The only other weapon he had besides the G7 was a Mozambique. If he tried to shoot and missed, the duo would have time to hide before he and his squadmate made it down there. If they tried to cross the bridge, they would expose themselves to a second squad across the river. He groaned and lowered the Scout. “How do you snipers do this? This is fun for you?”

“Well if I ain’t threatening you, and you ain’t threatening me, then who’s a fucking threat here? Am I a threat? Are you a threat? We’re all fucking threats. Shit, man.”