"[The oh so delicate sound of a knife piercing skin… How I've missed this…]"
Mike muttered in the other worlds native language as he hid behind the corpse he held up by the blood crystal knife he had just slid in between the neck vertebrae of a suspected terrorist
"What was that Mike?"
Mike sighed and once again put on his mask
"Nothing… I have cleared the path… six suspects down so far"
"Damn… Leave some for us, Mike…"
"That depends on how slow you are"
