Enzyme
The All-Powerful Enzyme!
Angel's eyes drooped in his sockets. He had officially removed his glasses, exposing his purple, black eye. Staring down at the poorly lit table; he clenched a lit, hand-wrapped cigarette between his middle and index finger. Vinnie's words dispersed before hitting Angel's ears, leaving Angel to only receive an incoherent mummer. Despite Vinnie's words being inaudible, every other noise had appeared to become hypersensitive - from the tapping of someones foot, to the falling of one's chest with every gasp of air. Angel used his free hand to vigorously scratch the table with his nail. While subtle, the etching sound could still be heard within a couple of feet. Sweat had formed on his hairline, beading down the sides of his face. As his dress shirt dampened with sweat, the cold,metal barrel of his handgun intensified. Unbeknownst to everyone else in the room, Angel was having a mental breakdown. He kept his outer appearance cool, as his eyes laid fixed on the center of the table. Conor Sullivan's name echoed in his mind on replay. His lips began to form the words, subconsciously saying his name under his breath. "Let me bludgeon the fucker," Angel resisted to blurt out. "Um...." Angel's foot began to tap, as a nerve in his left eye twitched . "I'm not sure what else we could pull off," He said, his head tilting at a sharp angle, "Even if we manage to get him locked up, he'll still be a threat. There are plenty of higher ups that still run their operations behind the walls." Angel finally looked up at Vinnie, his left eye drooping drastically into his lower eyelid. "The only way to get rid of him, is to bury him."
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