30 Sep 2019
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words are the greatest weapon known to man.
“Weapon Eleven– mission count 11, recently 12, all successful.” The man lowered his glasses at him. He was unfamiliar, and the constant rhythm with which he tapped his pen on his clipboard was irritating.
“Did I say you could speak to me, spider?” The man barked with his nose wrinkled in distaste. The sound was harsh on his sensitive ears.
“Negative, sir,” Weapon responded on instinct, heart stuttering. He focused on the feeling of his nails digging into his palms, determined to get this over with.
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12 Mar 2019