"Is this all you have?"
Henrik frowned, "I thought maybe you had some transcendent parents or something. After all that effort, this is all you tell me?"
Henrik glared with an unmistakable look of dissatisfaction.
He pulled out his pistol and jabbed it forward.
"Open your mouth!"
Hannam's eyes widened in terror, apparently foreseeing what was to come, and he desperately shrank back.
"You can't do this..."
"Forget it..."
Henrik sighed lightly, "Don't bother opening your mouth, I don't want you to dirty my gun."
Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger.
Bang bang!
The first bullet pierced Hannam's heart diagonally downwards, and as his body slumped, the second round hit him precisely between the eyes.
The back of his head exploded with a small hole, spewing a mixture of red and white that smeared across the ground.
Thud!
Hannam's body collapsed to the ground, his eyes wide open, twitching weakly a few times, then lying completely still.