Ultra | American

The man’s smile didn't falter. He leaned closer. "Code Lavender. Thistle protocol. Wake up, Spartan."

He laughed. It was a wet, broken sound. "Deal." American Ultra

Mike grabbed a Slurpee ladle. Not to attack. To measure . He realized, with the cold clarity of a razor blade, that the ladle’s arc would perfectly intersect the man’s temporal artery at 1.4 seconds. The man’s smile didn't falter