Finally doing another Three Word Wednesday prompt. Hope y'all like this one.
“Wipe that sulk off your face,” Terrance teased Bruce, who was starring hypnotically at the man before them, pouting because of the wait. “You’ll get to kill him soon enough.”
“This waiting around shit is for the birds,” Bruce answered back. “This is supposed to be torture?” he added, watching the drip drip of water hit their prisoners face.
“Supposed to drive them crazy or something, and make them want to talk to stop it,” Terrance replied.
“I don’t know about him, but it’s driving me crazy.”
“You didn’t have far to go,” Terrance quipped, and then ducked the blow Bruce aimed at his head.
The two were locked in a combat embrace when the door burst open. “What the hell’s going on here?” their commander demanded.
“Sorry, Sir,” Bruce saluted.
“Won’t happen again,” Terrance added.
“See that it doesn’t,” the commander said, then ordered, “Kill him,” pointing at the prisoner. “We no longer need the information he possess.”
Bruce smiled, saluted again, and headed for the door.
“Bout time.” Terrance heard him mumble, before he slipped his revolver out of its holster and shot the man twice in the head.