Regrouping

"What are you going to do now, pretty boy, run your mouth like before." The recruit from before mocks and teases Morggan 

"I'm sure you would like that, wouldn't you." Morgan says with a smirk as he wipes his nose readying three needles in each hand between each digit. 

"Too bad you want to have any more conversations any time soon." Morgan says as he eyelids close to be thinner and thinner full of malevolence as he flourishes his hand.

"Hahahaha sure sure whatever you say pret-" The recruit laughs not noticing the flourish of Morgan's hand. 

A sharp thin needle streaks through the air finding a home deep within the cocky recruit's throat piercing it like a balloon.

"How, I didn't even see the needle?" The man panic struggling to get a full breath of air now as his body goes into fight or flight.