A few minutes past before Tyson re-entered the room, finding Gilberto exactly as he had left him; which oddly was not surprising to 3XK. He shook the envelope in his hand and again took a seat aside the small table.
"You're prepared, I'll give you that." Gilberto rocked back onto all fours and expelled a yawn.
"Go ahead, open it." Tyson pinched the small aluminum fingers on the envelope and extracted a file folder. He looked to Gilberto who nodded at him to continue. He opened the folder and thumbed a few pages and photos. With each page his eyes grew wider and his rage drew closer to the surface; until he was brought full circle and the killer side of himself took over. He slammed the file shut and pounced on Gilberto, landing a stiff right hook to his jaw.
"WHERE DID YOU GET THIS!?" his voice could barely contain his aggression. The bearded man had now locked eyes with the serial killer, unflinching and daring.
"Gross, isn't it?" Tyson fumed; and landed another staunch punch to Gilberto's softening jaw, and repeated himself.
"Where in the hell did you get this?" Gilberto turned his head slightly to the right, spitting out some blood that had welled from his gums.
"Now you will have to kill me before I tell you that." Tyson traced over the face of his captive to find he was no less confident, or more scared than he had been the whole night; enraging him and empowering his initial instincts.
"Looks like this game is over." Tyson retraced his steps to the table retrieving Gilberto's pistol and dragging the muzzle across the wood. He began to speak like the serial killer he was. " You know, statistically speaking, people who keep firearms for protection most often have them used against them, but this time I get to make it look like a suicide. No one will ever know I was here, or what's in that file." And like stone, Gilberto responded.
"Don't forget to turn off the safety." 3XK knelt by his side, placing the tip of the weapon under the bearded man's chin.
"Say goodnight" Tyson whispered into his captive's ear. Slowly he pulled the trigger and when it was fully depressed, every muscle in his body contracted in agony, sending him to the floor; and after a few moments to sleep. Gilberto's smile was gone now replaced by a particular sterness, peering down he blurted to an audience of zero.
"Goodnight, prick."