Lifeless Shades of Green
Slick walked down the hallway at a fast pace. The thought of meeting Boxcars had already gone somewhere else in his mind. He wanted to know what the fuck was up. Slick had his hand in his pocket, inside there were knifes and a pistol. Just in case.
His footsteps were impatient and eager as he finally spotted the interrogation room. It was annoying to even think about an unplanned disaster. Slick opened the door without hesitation. He took a deep breath as he stepped in.
The room was dark, but the target was too easy to spot. Slick nodded to the men guarding the room, exchanged a look then settled down to think clearly. He could see the green figure with his suit covered by thick layer of darkness. Fin’s fingers were broken, his expression looked lost in agony. Slick snorted, and made a comment out loud.
"At least they know how to serve you right."