A sickening crack echoed through the room. Norman's body jerked once, then went limp. Noir let go, letting the corpse drop to the floor unceremoniously. Blood pooled beneath him, seeping into the pristine laboratory tiles.
Noir exhaled, shaking the tension from his fingers. His arms throbbed from the cuts, but he paid them no mind. He glanced down at Norman's lifeless form, then scoffed.
"Look who's the waste here. Being arrogant got you dead. If you already knew I'm a member of one of the elite teams, you should have run instead," Noir said, shaking his head.
Turning away, he wiped his bloodied hands on his already-ruined clothes and glanced toward the exit. There was still work to be done.
Two things, in fact.
Save the newbie in distress, and report everything back to the NSA.
