Hercules Moozen: A Fictional Narrative

"Alright. Everybody shut up! I don't want any more whining or crying. Hercules Mulligan, you have once again stepped out of line and this time you have killed one of my best men. It's about time that someone teaches you a lesson." Thomas spoke, in a low, agitated voice. His voice was the only one sounding in the room now. That is unless you count the unspoken tension that screamed out in silence. Charles Lee was dead, Hamilton was unwilling to pay, and Thomas was done with it all. Hercules Mulligan had to pay for what he'd done.

After glancing at each of his enemies standing in his office, he set the pistol in hand onto his desk and moved to a small cabinet next to him. He unlocked it, and he pulled out a six round, tinted silver revolver and a single bullet. Thomas loads the bullet into the revolver and he spun the barrel around about five times before he closed it again. Alexander had taken a step back as he watched Thomas grab the revolver, he stared at the man in complete disbelief as Thomas loaded the gun. "I never pegged you for an anime villain, Jefferson." Alexander jabs in an attempt to distract the man but to no avail, he fails.
He didn't care enough to, he was already tired of hearing Alexander's mouth and he just wanted to get this over and done with so he could get back to work. Thomas studied his prized revolver as Alexander spoke, and when he was done he left his spot and went over to Maria. He didn't bother with hesitation or stalling this, even if it was amusing to see the fear in everyone's eyes as he brought Maria back to where he had been standing