[ Good. Small mercies, at this point; he can only hope that Callaghan doesn't take the opportunity to disappear into the night. He could do so very easily if he chose to give up the suit. But ... Maybe at this point, it doesn't matter. Their work is nearly done; they've cleaned out most of the mafia nests already, with only a few remaining after this mission is over. The Six can take care of it either way.
But he's not done here yet. There are still three men - three abominations that need to be destroyed. Thinking of them as something other than human is the only thing that keeps him moving forward. He'll keep this simple, efficient. Sneak up behind them with his stealth functions. Shock them into dazed wakefulness. And then, once he has their attention - when they know why they are being punished ... Even then, Hiro hesitates for a moment. His hands tremble as the knife blade descends on the first one's jugular.
After that, it's just quick and silent. Any more on his list, he doesn't even bother to keep them awake. Knockout, then knife. It's all over within minutes, at most. And then he makes his way back outside.
He's trembling desperately inside his suit, but outside there's no sign, save for the slight wavering of the knife in his hand. Blood streaking his faceplate, covering most of his bad arm. It's done. He's crossed a line he told himself he would never cross, a line that would make him into a monster for good - but all of his brother's rapists are dead. He tells himself that, if anything was worth becoming a monster over, it was that.
For now, he's just outside the building again. Looking to see if Callaghan is still there. And trying to choke back the bile rising in his throat, breath rattling loudly over the comm. ]
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Date: 2015-05-10 02:59 am (UTC)But he's not done here yet. There are still three men - three abominations that need to be destroyed. Thinking of them as something other than human is the only thing that keeps him moving forward. He'll keep this simple, efficient. Sneak up behind them with his stealth functions. Shock them into dazed wakefulness. And then, once he has their attention - when they know why they are being punished ... Even then, Hiro hesitates for a moment. His hands tremble as the knife blade descends on the first one's jugular.
After that, it's just quick and silent. Any more on his list, he doesn't even bother to keep them awake. Knockout, then knife. It's all over within minutes, at most. And then he makes his way back outside.
He's trembling desperately inside his suit, but outside there's no sign, save for the slight wavering of the knife in his hand. Blood streaking his faceplate, covering most of his bad arm. It's done. He's crossed a line he told himself he would never cross, a line that would make him into a monster for good - but all of his brother's rapists are dead. He tells himself that, if anything was worth becoming a monster over, it was that.
For now, he's just outside the building again. Looking to see if Callaghan is still there. And trying to choke back the bile rising in his throat, breath rattling loudly over the comm. ]