"You are going to tell me where the fuck he is and right now." Mic growled, pressing the gun against the mans head, you creaked open the door making Mic turn around quickly. "Buddy you cant be here...Oh? Is that a drawing?" The man Mic was interrogating looked terrified, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead. You could see the fear in his eyes as he tried to avoid Mic's piercing gaze.