away. With a slight reluctance from Sarah they move out of sight and Moe nods back to Steve to give the all clear.
Whimpers from Sarah can still be heard in Steve ears as if she were next to him. Moe remains looking at the wall in the vacuum of silence as he waits for the sound of a blade slicing through air and then meeting flesh to come.
Steve knew what the old man was experiencing. A silence that seemed to absorb all other sounds and felt like it was going to last forever. No matter how expected it was nothing could prepare you for it. The absence of sound only serving to magnify it when it finally came… and it does, swift and precise. Steve knew what he was doing and how to do it quickly. A second strike and he looks back at Moe who has dropped his head.