Choice

"Help!" A person's scream run out in the abandoned building as two figures made their way through the rubble and broken wires, walls and dust-ridden ... everything. 

"That our target?" The smaller one asked, peering through his mask at the taller, lankier one. 

"Yes," he said, looking over his mask as well. "We will need to get to him as quickly as we can." 

"This place is filthy." The smaller one said, looking around the place with an iron rod in hand. "Well, it will be easier to dispose off of a body here." 

"Try not to kill as much as you can."

"Why not?" the smaller one sneered. "Are you scared that I will kill too much and it will bother my conscience or something?" 

"No," he said, frowning. "You will get your clothes dirty and they are hard to clean off." 

"Why do you keep treating me like I am some kind of child?" he asked, frowning at the man in front of him. "I am not anymore."