Restraint

The body lays beaten and bloody on the floor. They were breathing, they would not be killed, but they'd had plenty of chances to back out.

"I have to bring you in alive. I even offered you the chance to come peacefully. Why do you guys always insist on doing things the hard way? You want to kill, fine, but missiles like you need to be launched at the proper targets." -- Anon Guest

[AN: Offensensitivity warning for the perspective of a misogynist piece of crap. And slurs.]

The first rule of big bads is... there's always a bigger, badder bad. Think you're the big shark? Meet the megalodon. Think you're the megalodon? Meet... the kraken. It goes on.

Even whales will get eaten.

I learned this while twitching on the floor in a small pool of my own blood, many nerve clusters jangling whenever I tried to move. The one who defeated me looked like my perfect victim and had kicked my ass in seconds. Not fair. Victims are supposed to squeal and plead. Cry at the very least. I like it when they cry.

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If you want someone dead, you send out Pax Humanis. You want someone captured alive, you send someone like me to join the Pax Humanis member. I have one job, to remind them that the target is to be brought in alive. Most of the very experienced members have learned enough to avoid killing targets when need be, but, well, sometimes the younger ones need reminders. -- Anon Guest

My name is Maan, and I'm a Leash. Not 'leech' like so many