So maybe it was a little pathetic. The whole set-up was dull and inspired. War wasn’t sure which was worse – she for going through with it or National Security for falling for it. Desperation had a habit of making fools of mortals and the divine alike.
War held the gun steady, not that that it mattered. She was perfectly aware of what the bleeding heathen god was capable of. Disappointed in fact that it had been so easy to get the drop on him.
“You twitched.” It was War’s turn to smirk. Conflict was the Red Rider’s domain in every form. She sensed it the same way sharks did blood in the water.
“I don’t think I will. Shoot you that is. You'll give me what I want - one way or another. I'll give you some time to think about it."
She lowered the gun. There was more potential here then she thought. Drawing this out would help pass the time to Armageddon and give her something worthwhile to do.