"I'm getting the task done, sir," Daniel said quietly, head still lowered in practiced submission.
"I just need a little more time to end Greg Austin's life."
A long, deliberate pause followed. The silhouette tilted its head, the motion unnaturally smooth.
"Hmm. Daniel." The voice rolled out low and dangerous, like distant thunder trapped inside the speakers.
"Do I need to remind you what will happen if you fail to take Greg's life? Do I need to remind you exactly what you stand to lose if that man continues breathing?"
Daniel's fingers twitched at his sides.
He clenched them into tight fists until the knuckles bleached white.
"No, sir," he answered, voice steady despite the tremor he felt deep in his chest.
"I know all too well."
"Good." The silhouette leaned forward slightly, as though the projection itself could close the distance between them.
