Folding her arms neatly behind her back in an almost military fashion, the officer nodded her head to the remaining kapo, those dressed in white uniforms, to send them on their way. One of them was a well built human with a metal bat over his shoulder who towered at 6'7''. The other was a small and seemingly scrawny man who exited the main room and wandered out to keep an eye on the other prisoners. His partner followed suit......She snapped her fingers for the second to stop at the door just as the other angel started talking. The Angelsbane glared at her almost hatefully; rather than doing as she was told and scurrying off to work like a good little angel, she stood around, talking. Worst of all, talking as though she knew the officer.
Without so much as blinking, she drew her Bane Pistol and aimed low for the thigh. She pulled the trigger as though it were a second nature. The other prisoner angel flinched and squeaked upon hearing the gunshot, dropping the sack that she'd been carrying. Wide-eyed, she quickly tried to pick it up. "You were told to start cleaning. Don't think that you'll get any special treatment just because you're sorry fallen angel. Shut your mouth and get to work before I aim for the other leg!" Her voice thundered through the building, the barrel of her pistol still aimed at the other. It seemed that not only did she not remember, the Morder simply didn't care. Or perhaps she would rather not remember. It was hard to tell at this point......
Turning, she faced the other angel. "Hurry up, vermin. You have until the count of three....." She hissed, cocking the gun. The other squeaked again, hearing 'one'. She strained to pick up the heavy bag with her already tired and aching arms. It hurt to lift, to wrap her fingers firmly around something, to accommodate a large object within her small hands and hurting her wrists in the process. The angel whimpered. "Two....." The Angelsbane pointed the barrel to her now. "Oh dear Lego, please no.....Give me strength, mother!" The other prayed. The officer laughed at her, her eyes widening, watching the angel struggle to lift the bag. Just as she mouthed 'three', the prisoner managed to lift the bag again and smiled. "I did it! Thank you, Leg-"
"Too slow." The deafening roar of the gunshot echoed through the building. AngelsBane watched merrily once the bullet pierced the other's skull, spraying silver blood over the bag and floor. Her body slumped to the floor, her eyes wide with shock and horror. "Don't you know, stupid angel? Lego doesn't exist." She would look back at Krystal, retaining the crazed look in her eyes, but silently nodding towards the barracks, followed by the sound of the gun cocking again.