Re: [quicklog: micah c, neil d, cris m, louis d]
[Needless to say, Neil wasn't well versed in murder. He didn't kill people on a regular basis. Had he been that sort of man, maybe this would've been easier. But despite his association with those who did kill for business, not pleasure, he'd never actually crossed that line himself. Connections were one thing, actually taking a life was something else entirely. Oh, he'd hated enough to want people dead--on more than one occasion--but he hadn't ever followed through. Now, though, there wasn't a choice. No other option. Someone had to kill Micah, had to end this. He really did believe he could handle it better than Louis or Cris could.
The reality was, though, that he really didn't know what he was doing. Secondhand knowledge was all he had, and so when Cris said no he paused, looked up, more than willing to take direction. This wasn't about pleasure or enjoyment; he didn't want either. This was about an end, about keeping Sam and everyone else Micah might prey upon safe. Neil paid full attention as Cris demonstrated where and how, and he nodded.] Alright. [If he noticed the other man's tears, he said nothing. He glanced at Louis, but didn't even look at Micah as he circled around the kneeling man, the man who'd stolen Sam's form; it wouldn't save him.
He mimicked what Cris had done, but it was a real gun in his hands instead of fingers. He didn't ask if Micah had any last words, he didn't say anything at all. He just pulled the trigger.]