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[i]It was gold. Pure gold. Donny stood there, his ever present slight smirk persisting, but his eyes blank. As if he was having trouble processing that he had actually just lost a hostage. It was the look of a man whose house had just been knocked down by a twenty ton pink dildo.

[img]https://seifsalamakarem.files.wordpress.com/2013/11/smilke.jpg[/img]
(Donny's expression as portrayed by a sad clown)

But, he was still Donny by God, and as sharp as a razor. He pointed his gun at Lily when she stepped forwards. He kicked the cuffs back over.[/i]

[color=f26522]"Ayuh, shah. But thah's only one way off this roof, an' Ah ain' climbin' down fahst or with yuh havin' yuh hands free. Unless yuh wunnah try an' land like a cat, ah'course."[/color]

[i]As expected, he didn't mess around with any notions of partnership with a stranger. Lily would have a better chance of convincing a cow to tap dance than of lowering the hitman's guard. The only safe thing to assume was that he would and could take and abuse all possible advantages. Somali pirates, Libyan extremists, Ugandan warlords. They are all utterly ruthless and practical, as was Donny. If given even the slightest opportunity, he'd probably kill off every hero and villain in the city for a chance of getting an advance on his pay, or perhaps just for kicks, and he'd do it without any ceremony or fanciness. He wasn't a fun person to be around.[/i]