“Poor little pooch.” he gaffaed.
Mr. Green gave him the nastiest look that was possible. He knew how our last meeting went when he decided to touch me and my nerves went haywire. The whole police department went on lock down, I nearly killed him, I stomped on his head and was practically dancing on him, he was taken to the hospital, I broke four of his ribs, broke his jaw and he had a severe concussion from me. But this man had no limits and never learned from his mistakes. All I could do was smile and my hand as a reflex grabbed a telephone book that was laying near me and chucked it at Patrick, the CIA agent ducked so it wouldn’t hit him instead of my target. The whole room heard the swish that the book made while flying towards my enemy. It hit him so hard that he nearly fell. Everyone clapped in the room and I heard from the corner to my left how someone chuckled.