Blood trickles down my lip. I'm still upright, raging silently.
"Did you just hit me?" I whisper menacingly to the man in front of me as he cradles his injured hand.
"I... I... I..." He stutters, stupefied.
I raise my fingers to my chin and cock my head, cracking my neck softly. He's going to regret hitting me, I muse as I clench my jaw.
Before he can blink, I raise my fist and deliver a swift right hook. He falls to the floor with a loud thud. I can't help but roll my eyes. Its pathetic. I expected him to take at least two punches before he fell. Bending over, I grab him by the lapel of his shirt. He sobs like a child as I deliver punch after punch until his face is a mangled mess of blood and tears.
"Please," he starts begging. "I'll tell you whatever you want to know."
I let go of him and he falls backwards, wincing loudly.
"I don't know Mr. Hunt personally. I mean the closest I've ever been to him was when I worked with one of his men on a deal a couple of weeks ago."
I snarl. Why am I dealing with this tool if he's never even met Hunt?
"Then why should I keep you alive?" I hiss as my tongue flits across my lip to staunch the bleeding.