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He returned the glare with his own blank look before slowly turning back to the man, giving a chuckle. The man made a show of jerking the weapon towards Flint, shouting for him and the girl to sit down or he'd blow their brains across the wall. Flint did so, slowly. Taking ease, the man sat down across them, keeping the flechette pistol raised to the two as he did so.
"Now we're going to forget this little episode ever happened and you'll stop asking about clients." He mused, clicking the hammer of the pistol back. Its chamber spun once, readying a round.
Flint's eyes scanned the weapon as he spoke. "Absolutely, I'll even get the department to stop the case entirely."
The man's pistol lowered a fraction as he nodded with near foolishness at Flint. Giving his best-fake grin, Flint stood up slowly before striking at the man's hand, sending the pistol off to the left. Out of reflex, the man pulled the trigger and the gun roared, fragmenting the glass that divided the room from the counter. The bioroid halted its routine and began to walk towards Flint, intending to remove him from the fight. Glancing back, he shouted back to Spencer.
"Take care of the damned thing!"
"Now we're going to forget this little episode ever happened and you'll stop asking about clients." He mused, clicking the hammer of the pistol back. Its chamber spun once, readying a round.
Flint's eyes scanned the weapon as he spoke. "Absolutely, I'll even get the department to stop the case entirely."
The man's pistol lowered a fraction as he nodded with near foolishness at Flint. Giving his best-fake grin, Flint stood up slowly before striking at the man's hand, sending the pistol off to the left. Out of reflex, the man pulled the trigger and the gun roared, fragmenting the glass that divided the room from the counter. The bioroid halted its routine and began to walk towards Flint, intending to remove him from the fight. Glancing back, he shouted back to Spencer.
"Take care of the damned thing!"