[Harding is inches away from Angelo now, close enough for the other to feel his breath. The line of his mouth slices his face like a knife.]
Fuck you, [he whispers.] You don't know the first thing about me.
[Radiating cold, seething fury, Harding snaps his fingers right under Angelo's nose. The first stage of Tranquilization washes over him and Harding leans back.]
no subject
Fuck you, [he whispers.] You don't know the first thing about me.
[Radiating cold, seething fury, Harding snaps his fingers right under Angelo's nose. The first stage of Tranquilization washes over him and Harding leans back.]
Go home.