"If they weren't so incompetent then that manwhore Snake might already be six feet under!" He snapped, throwing a chair that was near you against the wall and watched it splinter and break. He was seething, his brows furrowed and his face bordering on a shade of red. He sun around, produced a gun, pressed the muzzle against your forehead and yelled "I practically gift wrapped him and yet he still got away! How hard is it to kill someone when you have them like this, huh?"