threats [Theme] Page 4

When one hundred thousand people are killed with a single bomb, it is my duty to prove to the world how valuable one single human life is.

What is old age? This is an endless check of the snake of trousers, although there is no external threat.

It's much easier to manipulate people when they don't see you as a threat.

As for us. We need to understand clearly. We are in a situation of much greater risks. Why do Holland or America or Germany have the same unrest, or even more risks? They have no external threat.

- And this will be the last thing that this "someone" will do in his life.

- You have chosen the wrong profession.

Do not threaten anyone and you yourself will not be afraid.

In a conversation with informants, it is always important to feel the person and choose the appropriate currency: real money or threats. All this is necessary in order for the informant to feel needed.

- Well, I'll count you later ...

- Roke, do you want water? - Sunset creatures, he shouldn't call raven by name. It shouldn't be here!
"Duke of Épne," Alva winced, "I don't recall us drinking on brudershaft.
"I'm sorry," Robert apologized gratefully, "so you pour it?" I at least want to drink.
"Then ask the colonel," Raven advised. - This water is salty, it is here for beauty. Fresh today has not yet been brought.
- Okay, - Robert realized that he was suffocating- I'll ask now.
Morin stared with surprise at the First Marshal Talygoya, with Berger methodical arrangement on the table of jugs and cups.
- Mr. Commandant, - that's how they do stupid things, useless, unnecessary, ruining themselves and others, - bother to spill water.
"Monsignor," Morin's chin pulled up, "I'm asking for an explanation.
"Here they are," Robert pulled out a gun and put it on the edge of the table. The hatred was cold and heavy, like a frozen boulder. - Pour. To the brim!
Moraine flinched, but the pitcher tilted. Water poured in. A brilliant jet, mockingly gurgling, filled one by one luxurious, fit the king, cups. Alat crystal, darkness, heat, salt... Morin's hands trembled. And good. Very good, just excellent!

“Actually, I’m not smiling.

You ask me to help, but you ask, sticking a knife in my back.

"Hey brother," one of the prisoners called out to him. - What are you looking for here?
- Problems. - Like, he turned around and stared at him: - Do you have them?

- So they would put it ... What a whim, you are like a child!