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Michael looked over, startled by the second voice chiming in. He thought she was out cold. Then the words of his little Blackbrid hit him. She mas mocking him. That was nos acceptable. "Viktor, show this little birdie what we do to the disrespectful bunch. A small smack should do the trick." He looked to the smaller girl who had piped in. She seemed to be trying to protect her friend, but it was nothing. She would be the scapegoat for Marc's death. Avenging him would score points with the rest of the Rogues. He walked over, and pulled the girl up by her hair. He looked back to Katrina. "Well, little Blackbird. If you do not fear death, maybe your friend here will serve as a reminder, that death is still something to fear, even if it does not come for you." He turned back to Nikki, a smile streched across his face, and thrust the knife up through her skull, and into her brain.