Farfarello took the cigarette after a moment's thought, figuring that, really, it couldn't hurt. What was the likelyhood any of them were going to die of lung cancer, after all? He snagged the man's lighter and lit the smoke, handing it back with a smile.
At the mention of Johnson, his eyes narrowed and he scowled, "He's dead the moment Crawford gives the 'okay'. No one gets away with fuckin' with Schwarz." His team, his family, wasn't going to be fucked with by anyone, and this asshole wasn't going to get away with trying it. He wanted to gut the man and feed him his own entrails, the pictures vivid in his mind without him even realizing it.
Oh, he was definitely looking forward to 'nailing' the man, that much was quite clear. And he wanted to make it as slow and painful as he could manage it.
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Date: 2009-01-19 12:35 pm (UTC)At the mention of Johnson, his eyes narrowed and he scowled, "He's dead the moment Crawford gives the 'okay'. No one gets away with fuckin' with Schwarz." His team, his family, wasn't going to be fucked with by anyone, and this asshole wasn't going to get away with trying it. He wanted to gut the man and feed him his own entrails, the pictures vivid in his mind without him even realizing it.
Oh, he was definitely looking forward to 'nailing' the man, that much was quite clear. And he wanted to make it as slow and painful as he could manage it.