Oct 26

“In.” The taller of the two thugs curtly gestured them toward a doorway with a card and keypad controlled lock.

“You know, you boys really need to work on your repartee,” he said, screwing up his face. “That monosyllabic thing... don’t get me wrong, it’s a classic, but the world expects a little more these days. A little back and forth, a little banter - people want to feel their thugs are engaged with the job, it’s not just another act of mindless violence to them.”

“In,” the man repeated, with no change in inflection.

“Of course, you’re a man who knows where his strengths lie, doesn’t mind the typecasting... I can respect that.”