[ She nods at Peter gratefully, taking the gun and pressing the end of the barrel flush against Hock's head as she retracts the blade on Peter's knife. ]
Unfortunately, I don't have time to do this the merciful way, as you would say.
[ Also, long and excruciating deaths isn't her style. In fact, killing isn't much in her style, but for Hock? She'll make a special exception. ]
You'll never get out of here alive.
[ She grins at him. ]
Please. You know better than most that I always do.
By the way, this pistol? Stole it from your armory on Illium. Now that's what I call poetic justice.
[ And at that moment, Hock opens his mouth to retort, but it's too, too late, Kasumi dispenses a bullet into his brain, the spectacle of which is quieted by the silencer on her pistol. ]
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Unfortunately, I don't have time to do this the merciful way, as you would say.
[ Also, long and excruciating deaths isn't her style. In fact, killing isn't much in her style, but for Hock? She'll make a special exception. ]
You'll never get out of here alive.
[ She grins at him. ]
Please. You know better than most that I always do.
By the way, this pistol? Stole it from your armory on Illium. Now that's what I call poetic justice.
[ And at that moment, Hock opens his mouth to retort, but it's too, too late, Kasumi dispenses a bullet into his brain, the spectacle of which is quieted by the silencer on her pistol. ]