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"What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I'm the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, kiddo." And with that he kept silent.
That was pretty much how it translated in Marcone's head as he sighed out, got up and ignoring Speirs for now, smiled down at Ruby as he said politely.
"If you'll excuse me. I apologize for the unpleasantness. I'll lead him away to rant somewhere else away from you two. And Miss Blake?"
He glanced up at her and though she may not want to hear it, he smiled nevertheless and nodded in approval at her actions earlier.
Anyone who'd do that without fail for their friend was someone to respect.
It was almost nostalgic as he turned around to walk away from the two.
And as he passed by Speirs, he said simply the following, with all the cultured distaste he was capable of.
"Moron."
It was about all he was willing to deign on such an obvious idiot without regard or responsibility for his actions to effect those around him.
In his organization, Speirs would already be pig food by now for it and putting the nuisance out of his mind, he strode off towards the square.
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