Damien Locke
"Anything else I should know?"
"Nothing," Damien clipped lightly. "But let us talk for a while."
"Why?"
"Why? My dear Drake, I said I know your type. I am no killer, however. Those were rather menial tasks best left to those who enjoy them. The art of murder seems to get people into no end of trouble, no?"
Drake shifted in his seat, his eyes darkening. Damien watched him carefully. He needed to test Drake, to find his limits. Damien knew the man was not sworn to his side just yet. Damien needed to figure out more about his personality before Damien could ensure that Drake would.
"What are you saying?" Drake replied, his teeth gritted.
"What I am saying is this: Althought you may be perfect capable - willing, even - to mindlessly slaughter every agent who get in your way should I be captured, I am not. It is not in my nature to kill. I con. I use deception - I talk to my enemies. If I am to break you out effectivly, I need to know more about you."
Damien spread his arms out wide. "So what do you have to tell me?"
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