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Bright green eyes glowed in the darkness of the shadows of the beams. Focused upon the boy and his grandfather, they did not waver from their subjects. Unblinking and unmoving, they followed every movement.
Once a small gesture was made by his grandfather, the glowing hues only focused upon the boy, the elderly man leaving his sight and moments later, the room.
“--And we shall meet again, detective.”
Only a moment before the cold steel of a blade was pressed against the boy’s throat, a small warning was given in the form of a tiny change in temperature. Barely able to be noticed, the temperature had dropped to a lower degree thanks to the mere presence of the assassin.
“Do you wish for the painful treatment, or the easy one?”
He spoke in Arabic, uncaring if the boy could not speak his language or not. He did not know nor did he recognize the younger boy, yet his grandfather had spoken the English language with him.