Thirteen's POV
I let out an overdramatic sigh. "Tony, I'm getting pretty tired of having to hold this moron here. So either I take you and him into custody, or...he drops dead on the floor and you'll still be brought in...with a few unnecessary bullet holes."
I watch his jaw clench, he makes a move, almost as if to turn and run, but the boys hold their guns up, blocking his path.
I press the knife harder into Zack's neck, drawing blood...he can yell at me for it later.
"I'm losing patience here Tony, so last chance, drop your gun and have your little guard dogs over there do the same."
His hand twitches and for I moment I see him contemplating just shooting me and running...good luck with that.
"Drop. Your. Gun." I hiss, making sure to pronounce each word harshly and clearly.
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