I step over the boy "N," and I hold my gun down at him. He doesn't sweat; he doesn't even blink. "N" has no fear of death; he's not intimidated in the least. In fact he mocks us. "Shoot if you like, but I think that might not be relevant to your interest." He sits and watches for several seconds strangely as it is staring Snake and me down. He isn't defeated; he could get up and maybe even take one of us out. But he doesn't. He waits to see if one of us is going to make a move.
