@deathtake blessed me w/ a great plot tbh
Emotionless eyes stared at the man which was kneeling on the cold concrete ground, a sack over his head and a whimpering noise coming from under the hood. Miguel shifted a step forward as he was nudged towards the man, he glanced over his shoulder and simply nodded. There was no misunderstanding what he had to do, but as a man bound by law, it was something that he had hoped wouldn’t come to pass. Yet, there he was, hands clenching into fists as he closed the space between him and the man, planting a solid and hard kick to his face, sending him sprawling back to the ground.
There was no escaping this, an evil to bring down evil, that’s what he had to tell himself. Still, Miguel couldn’t help but wonder if this man had a family, people who would mourn his death. He knew this mission would plague him, but his reasoning was that if no one else came to harm but him, then it would be worth it to bring down a crime syndicate. Moving closer to the man once more Miguel took a good fist full of his shirt and yanked the hood off his face, he would allow the man to haunt him by memorizing his face. It was Miguel’s choice to kill this man, he could easily forfeit his own. Slamming a fist into the man's face Miguel proceeded to repeat the action.
