"Aurora," the man breaths, spraying blood, He sagged on the asphalt, palms bracing himself against the oil slicked ground, breathing in gasping, thick noises.
"Old Paramount theater..." He looked up at Mike, bleary eyed. "You're already dead if you think you're getting in there," he said, sounding satisfied. "You go there - death th'entence. You won't even get to go on the stage. Best guarded buildin' outside Santiago City. You're already dead."
Tom spat angrily, bile surfacing in the back of his throat. He leaned down and pressed the muzzle of his gun against the back of the little man's head. Who was he in the real world? What had he done in a world that wasn't ruined by all this? Father? Husband? Son?
"You mention this to anyway, we'll find you. Tell people you got mugged. Tell them you cheated us at cards. Tell them anything. But tell them what we came for, and we'll find you. We will find you."
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"Old Paramount theater..." He looked up at Mike, bleary eyed. "You're already dead if you think you're getting in there," he said, sounding satisfied. "You go there - death th'entence. You won't even get to go on the stage. Best guarded buildin' outside Santiago City. You're already dead."
Tom spat angrily, bile surfacing in the back of his throat. He leaned down and pressed the muzzle of his gun against the back of the little man's head. Who was he in the real world? What had he done in a world that wasn't ruined by all this? Father? Husband? Son?
"You mention this to anyway, we'll find you. Tell people you got mugged. Tell them you cheated us at cards. Tell them anything. But tell them what we came for, and we'll find you. We will find you."