"Not putting up a fight?" the Gangrel grunts. "That's what I thought. Weak-ass Cammie. Ward said this would be easy, but I thought you'd at least throw a punch." He prods you with the gun through his coat as a concerned-looking couple passes by. "What're you looking at?" he growls at the mortals. They double their pace in the opposite direction, skittering away, clearly sensing violence that they want no part of.
"Wherever we're going, we'd better get moving," you say, barely able to hide your disdain. "You've got their attention. They'll call the cops as soon as they round the next corner."
Hauberk rumbles deep in his throat—you're starting to wonder if he's more beast than man. No wonder Ward was so desperate to free him from Qui's jail cells—you doubt someone like this would hold up for long under advanced interrogation.
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