Think Of The Children

Despite being tied up and threatened with third-degree burns, the villainous gutter scum keeps his composure.
Mithra grows frustrated. Kids’ lives are at stake, and Mithra has a soul. She needs to know the destination of that cargo box.
“I can get it out of him,” I suggest mildly.
“Then what are you waiting for?!” She glows with anger. It’s quite intimidating.
I point at the door.
She understands. After a moment of indecision, she looks at the bastard’s smirk and remembers the children. She leaves. The door slams shut behind her.
I pull out my favourite switchblade and grin.