Without missing a beat, he began kicking the Chief hard not caring where the blows landed. He kicked with one leg and when that got tired, he switched to fhe other. Sounds of bones cracking, a man's screams of pain followed by desperate shouts of begging for mercy filled the room but Andre never stopped.He continued until the Chief offered to give him everything he had.
Andre grinned wickedly and stopped. He looked down at the Chief and politely asked,"Is that so?...
For some reason, the Chief found himself wishing that he hadn't said that. He looked up only to lock his gaze with the crimson red depths of rage for eyes. He gulped audibly. Andre stepped away his eyes still locked on the Chief. "Stand," he commanded coldly. The Chief blinked twice and hesitated. A kick to his ribs had him obeying instantly. He stood crookedly, clutching his ribs and snuck a few glances at the president standing at the open windows.
The scene was familiar, too familiar...
