"Excuse me?" Andres asked.

"What?"

"Are you getting an attitude with me?" he narrowed his eyues at me.

"What if i am?"

The large knife was pressed almost instantly to Michael's cheek, pricking his skin and drawing blood.

"Sorry," Michael said.

The older man lowered the knife, watching the waepon as he pulled it away. "No. Im sorry, i lost my temper. Youv'e always been my favorite Fifty-six. I just hope you realize that."

"So you've told me."

"I love you more than i love any of the others, even Bee. You should know that by now."

"I do."

"Then, are we friends again?"

"yes, of course," I nodded.

"She was so beautiful. Tara," Andres spoke, pressing the knife flat t ohis chest. "I almost got to taste her blood... I was so... close... to her. Kill her for me fifty-six."

"I really dont feel like it. And my memory can be a little off at times. I cant even remember what she looks like. "

"I suppose, a uncouth beast like you would see a pretty girl like that and call her a forgetable face. I understand that. But you can keep this print out. Just in case your memory goes off again."

"I really dont feel like doing this Andres."

"Hey now, I'm starting to think youre just making excuses. Why in the world wouldnt want to kill this girl. unless," he smiled, "Youre hiding something from me."

"Not at all."

Then how about this. "Your freedom for the girl's head." Andres smiled. "Deal?"

Michael gasped. "youre joking. You'd free me."

"that i would. You dserve it after so many faithful years serving me. Its not every day a man such as yourself in a... letss say, situation such as yours is offered such a agrand oportunity like this."

"what do i have to do?"

"Just bring me her head, and I"ll free you. I promise."

Shoot. what was I supposed to do?