He raised his eyes, staring at her like a lion stares at its prey. He took off his glasses, folding them and sliding them into his pocket. He began stretching his arms and legs, as if the threat of death wasn't upon him and what was about to occur was just a friendly spar. He sniggered as she spoke, standing in a relaxed manner and balancing his knife on his palm before replying.
[color=0054a6]"I'm not authorized to give out my name."[/color] He stated bluntly. [color=0054a6]"The good it would do would be you keeping your life. I would appreciate if you put away those pea shooters, if we are to fight I'd rather see the whites of your eyes before I suppress you"[/color] His tone was sadistic and robotic, they'd brainwashed him to be the perfect killing machine, no mercy even to those he had no reason to kill past being told to.