That was a very high count. She was in the military, and she had only thirty-three lives to the best of her knowledge. She did detonate an explosive outside of a terrorist cell, so there was no way to be precise. So it wouldn't have mattered if he took a person, tortured them, killed them, then disposed of them, it wasn't like making them last longer was keeping him from being noticed. He simply what? Like their company, liked the fight, liked killing? Probably a combination of all three.
"Can I have that?" She asked him, pointing at Jacob's handkerchief that was poking out of his jeans pocket. It looked clean. She could wrap her wound better.
"Can I have that?" She asked him, pointing at Jacob's handkerchief that was poking out of his jeans pocket. It looked clean. She could wrap her wound better.