Snippet #1156874

Darkness had begun to fall when the helicopter soared in over New York City. At that time, Number Seven woke up from his sleep. He looked to his left, at #8, and across the helicopter, to the Twins. Giving them a short nod, as if saying, "Good evening", he once more looked out the window, seeing the colorful dotted spectrum of neon lights and glowing skyscraping pillars of light piercing the dark skies, pass them by. His attention was drawn away from the beautiful, vivid landscape among the clouds, by the Twins. The two of them were known to despise and hate #8 as much as the Gunman did.

His eyes drifted to the Assasian in question, a cold, detached look in his eyes, once more, as if he was looking at a mere insect.
"If you compromize the operation, I will kill you. Consider this your only warning." He said, with the usual cold tone of his voice. Then, he turned to the beautiful Twins, and added: "We're here to bring in a traitor. Where there was one, there might be more." That was another warning, this time to the Twins. It was clear he was referring to #8 with the statement of more traitors, as he could not be trusted, but also to all other Cloud agents that they didn't know and trust.

He unholstered the .43 Magnum revolver, opened the drum and made sure there were six .43 bullets placed in it, before closing it again. The hand-cannon was his weapon of choice, and one that he had mastered. Before the mission was over, he would see to it that the traitorous Black Mamba would lie dead at his hand by that gun, or locked in a detention cell in one of Cloud's blacksites. Slowly, he returned it to the holster, and returned to looking out the window.