Andreas had no problem with watching the bullet rip through his target.  This was a lot faster and, despite everything else, a lot cleaner than one of his typical hits.  There were usually more knives at play, that his go to method of torture.  It was therapeutic for him, slicing into someone, hearing their screams and pleas…  He’d been looking forward to putting Dick in that position, but this improvised killing wasn’t any less beautiful, with Alex pulling the trigger to put down his own sick father.<br/><br/>But the young man in his arms began to shake, and Andreas gently pried the gun from his hands.<br/><br/>“It’s alright,” he whispered, turning Alex sideways and tucking him in close so that he couldn’t see.  Andreas, on the other hand, was taking great joy in watching the bastard’s life slip away.  “It’s all over.  He’ll never be able to hurt you again.”  Andreas littered the silky blond hair in front of him with slow little kisses meant to soothe.<br/><br/>After a moment, he pulled out his phone and started sending a text.  He didn’t bother hiding it from Alex, though it was possible that the poor thing didn’t care enough to look or was blinded by tears or shock.  The name at the top of the screen was simply<i>Fireball</i>.  There didn’t appear to be any previous conversation, at least none saved.<br/><br/>‘Change of plans.  Need to leave ASAP.’