{AN: You two have no idea what wonderful life-savers you are. I'm sorry I'm so terrible at organizing this. It means a lot to me. ♥}
Niflheim's garage had one side door that lead into the halls of the mansion itself. Before Sal opened it to surprise Jazz and Midvalley, whom he knew generally spent their time together in there, he slammed Mitch against the wall he was using for support.
"You don't seem to understand, tiger." He whispered harshly. "It wouldn't be half as much fun if I was the one killing him. Consider this a lesson - a father/son bonding experience. I'm teaching my boy how to murder people."
A little bit of blood was still smeared across Mitch's face from when he wiped it. Sal's own free hand came up and cleaned the last of it away, looking almost thoughtful as he did so.
"Midvalley and Jazz are in the garage. It's still early and I betcha they're hot on foreplay, so I don't think you'll walk into anything too scarring. You have my gun. You shoot Midvalley in the head. And if you miss, make damn sure it's because you got him in the throat instead. You leave the door open. I will be watching you from the shadows of this hall. I will have my gun pointed at the back of your head. Should you say anything, do anything, to leave my sight or to warn them, you will be shot."
Sal released Mitch and shoved him to the door. "Do this, and I'll never hurt you or anyone from Asgard ever again." Then the murderer held his gun out and waited for the boy to move.