The assassin groaned in pain, fear filled its eyes, and it tried to wriggle itself free.
"Derrick, calm down." Sir Thompson gently pushed Derrick aside, wanting to handle this matter himself.
"The boy asked you a question." Sir Thompson's voice was firm and serious, any trace of friendliness had completely vanished.
It was one thing for an assassin to make an attempt on Derrick's life, it was another for the assassin to do it inside his own home.
"I'm never telling you anything." The assassin screamed, and a tear streamed down its eyes.
Sir Thompson's hands moved to the face of the assassin, but he was too late.
The assassin bit down hard, crunching the pill in its mouth.
The assassin's head swelled before finally exploding into a million pieces, leaving its brains sprawled across the floor.
"Crap." Sir Thompson exclaimed angrily, frustration written all over his face.
"How did she get in here?" Derrick asked curious.
