Liam's voice was steady and ice-cold as he spoke, his words slicing through the air like a blade. "Let her walk away now, and I might consider giving you two a quick death."
Dean and Rick exchanged glances. Rick gulped, his hands tightening around his gun, his stance shifting uneasily. Dean, however, burst out laughing, the sound echoing in the quiet scrapyard. "The fuck are you on about, huh? You got a death wish or something?" He pointed his gun at Liam. "You're surrounded, dumbass. We got a sniper with eyes on you right now, ready to pop your fucking head off."
Liam smirked and casually turned his head toward the sniper's location. With a slow, almost mocking wave, he grinned directly at her. The sniper, a woman with a piercing on her nose and a constant smirk as she chewed gum, stiffened slightly. She hadn't expected him to pinpoint her position so easily. Her grip on her rifle tightened, but she didn't move.
