[With the man waiting, a gun to his little brother's head, there's little else Leonardo can do but comply. He inches away from Mike, eyes fierce and shaking from both pain and barely contained fury. He attempts to hide the grate and bring it with him, but the man chuckles and shakes his head.]
No, lad, you leave that here. [Leonardo stared defiantly for a moment, but the man pushed the gun harder into the skin of Mike's head and he was left with no other choice. Inch by inch, he dragged himself to the far corner; once he collapsed on the other side of the room, gasping, the man lifted his gun back.]
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No, lad, you leave that here. [Leonardo stared defiantly for a moment, but the man pushed the gun harder into the skin of Mike's head and he was left with no other choice. Inch by inch, he dragged himself to the far corner; once he collapsed on the other side of the room, gasping, the man lifted his gun back.]