The bulb hung from the ceiling by a chain, dim, stark against the already stark concrete walls of the cell. He didn't know what they thought the would get out of him. If it was torture, he'd probably survived worse. If it was interrogation, well, he could out-chat the best of them. And if it was killing...that was an entirely different matter. He was probably the best killer of them all.
Because he didn't need a gun or knife.
He was Gabriel.
He could kill with his mind.
He was a telepath.
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