He shook his head, sighing as he looked down at you.

He had just pushed you back into the cold metal chair, which was in front of an open hole. You could hear the monster's, Sturm, engine roaring, waiting for Heisenberg to drop you in.

"I am trying to help you- We save your child and we can kill that bitch, Mother Miranda..."

He took his sunglasses off and tucked them into the collar of his shirt.

"So,"

He stuck his hand out.

"Do you agree?"