Angelo was already running out of patience; the stalker had completely derailed his plans. And although he knew that this had everything to do with the High Council, if he could get some information, that would be great.
"You're going to die regardless." He helpfully told him. "You can make that painless or make it a nuisance for both of us."
The man in the parka gulped, starting to realize that he might be in deep shit. Seeing as the outcome was the same regardless of what he did, he pulled out his arms from his pockets, hoping to jam his elbows into the target and then attack with his gun.
Angelo didn't let him get that far, puncturing his eye with a knife and then getting out from behind him. Pain worked as a great method of distraction, and while the stalker was still groaning over his bloody eye, Angelo had already shredded his parka.
