WARNING! THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS OF EPISODE 46 OF WOLF 359!! PLEASE BE WARY AND HAVE SAFE TRAVELS!
"-Because the answer to that is your commander shot my friend. Leave me alone."
Eiffle let out a single, dry laugh. He grabbed the collar of Jacobi's shirt, jerking him up and forward, towards his face. "And you blew up mine. Le's go."
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"If somebody would be so kind as to remove these handcuffs, I would be more than happy to explain... everything that's been going on here."
Eiffel's eye twitches. His expression falls into something cool. Stagnant. So unlike Eiffel that it makes Minkowski shift uncomfortably. Hera glitches nervously.
"Commander," he deadpans, holding out his hand. "Give me your gun."
She's not sure why, maybe shock, but Minkowski hands over her gun. Eiffel grips it tightly before pointing it at Kepler.
"Oh, no," he says. "We're not playing your little game. You start spillin', or I swear to god I will shoot you."
"Sir..." Jacobi starts.
"Quiet, Jacobi." Kepler glances over before steadying his gaze of Eiffel. " I just offered you critical information." A sly smile finds its way to Kepler's lips, thinking that he's won this stupid situation. "You won't kill me."
"I never said kill, sir. I said shoot," Eiffel grits out, pressing the gun to Kepler's knee cap. "In your own words, I won't kill you, but you'd be surprised what a person can live through."
For once, Kepler startles for a second.
"Sir, I really don't think-"
"Shut up, Jacobi." Eiffle points the gun to Jacobi, setting his cold gaze on the man. "I have no reservations about killing you, though, so I recommend keeping your mouth shut."
Jacobi nods nervously and slowly lowers himself onto the ship's floor.
"I highly doubt you will," Kelper says finally.
"Try me."
The shot that ran out was deafening. It was punctuated by started gasps from the rest of the crew, but the only thing that followed for a long time was the subdued, pained groan of Warren Kepler as blood spilled from his knee. The incessant gasping and gurgling from Lovelace's body raking and clawing at everyone's ears, mixing with Kepler's harsh breaths in an almost poetic way.
"Start. Talking," Eiffel seethed.
Minkowski knew she never really wanted to know how much it would take to make Eiffle snap, but she supposes she learned anyway.
A/N: I.......... I'm free.... look, guys, I physically wasn't allowing myself to continue listening to the podcast until I wrote these. I am begging everyone to please just let Eiffel snap. Just once. I wanna see him beat the shit outta Warren Kepler. Please.
