Act Eight: Chapter Fifty-Seven: Dead Toll 1

Agent Sherry,

As I saw him dispatch German and I felt a chill down my spine. Though he had the same eyes as my father, I saw him in an actual fight. Everything between him and his target seemed like a pest. Another thing was his smile, which looked unwanted but fitted his psychotic brutality perfectly. When it was finally over, I looked at myself.

Immediately tried to pull down his lips, which told me that he didn't have control over his facial muscles. He walked past me, dragging the lifeless broken body of German to the back of the containment van, storing him inside.

This only made me want to more about him, hence I decided to. As soon as he sealed the van's door and turned around the corner. I flung out my gun and shot a bullet straight for his head. He didn't even flinch and simply moved his head out of the bullet's path.