Tao trembled where he sat, fear in his eyes. "Takeo," he pleaded. "Please, don't do it."
Regret shone in Takeo's eyes for a brief moment, and it filled Tao with hope, only until Takeo's blue eyes hardened to reflect the merciless agent he was.
"Takeo, think about what you are doing," Tao begged.
"Don't make this any harder than it already is." Takeo's cold voice was like a knife in Tao's heart.
"No, please don't!"
Takeo raised the gun. "I have to, Tao. You'll understand."
"It's not right!" Tao only watched in horror as the gun was pointed at him.
Takeo landed the small plastic gun on the Clue game board. "I think it's Mr. Plum in the kitchen with the gun."
Tao scowled. "Drat."