Zev disliked torture. He found it did not satisfy his persistent, secret desire to take human lives. Instead, he considered it a waste of his time and skills, especially when Team Rocket counted eager torturers among their ranks. [break][break]

That was why he picked dorian westcliff to assist him that night. The man had a reputation for gleefully carrying out violent orders, from arson to murder. He seemed to possess a sadistic streak that Zev did not understand. That was the difference between the two of them, he supposed. [break][break]

He was a professional, and Dorian a junkie. [break][break]

The assassin stopped in front of the bound man. Zev reached out a hand covered in his trademark black glove. He seized the black sack over the victim's head and yanked it off, revealing a man in his thirties with dirty-blonde hair and a close-cropped beard. [break][break]

"Liam Hawthorne," Zev said, his blue eyes scrutinizing the Ranger Captain with the same clinical detachment of a coroner studying a corpse. [break][break]

"You can probably guess why you're here. My associate and I have a few questions," he gestured between Dorian and himself, "and if you cooperate, we'll let you go." [break][break]

"Fat chance I'll help the likes of you!" [break][break]

Zev continued to stare, unfazed. "We thought you'd say that, so we came prepared." [break][break]

He stepped back, giving Dorian room to apply a warning of his choice to the bound man.

TAGS – dorian westcliff[break]
NOTES – mission | Kanto in the past

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