[Perhaps, Mr. Silva. Bond draws his gun as he runs, not even slowing as he grows closer to the other man. He doesn't intend to take any chances here. Silva might be back in two weeks but that would be two weeks that they wouldn't have to worry about him. Two weeks and he could wake up handcuffed to a bed or trapped in a room somewhere.
He vaults over the last gap, heading straight for the other man.]
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He vaults over the last gap, heading straight for the other man.]