β i dont give one rβ five fucks what you are ββ yer easy pickinsβ .
gimme that * β snatching the files from his hand γ now guiding the journalist at gunpoint to t
the ground . β hands on yer head .β
slooooowly reaching his arm behind his back to hand over the files he had been rummaging through , " ... h-- hey , man , i'm just some second grade journalist , okay ? not worth anything , heh ... heh . "