“Why what?” Jason asked carefully, not at all certain what to expect from the Russian assassin. There was an air of wildness about him, an unsettled energy that hadn't been there before. He had been calm, certain, precise, efficient. Those were not words Jason would use to describe him now, even though the gun didn't waver once.
“Why did you not pull the trigger?” The accent became even more pronounced when the Russian elaborated his question, his eyes narrowing, but to Jason it appeared to be more out of confusion than threat.
He frowned. “Is that what you're here for?”
“Answer.” The man replied, his voice low, but definitely threatening now, and the gun still aimed steadily at Jason's head. If he decided to fire, a head shot had the highest possibility of being fatal. The man knew what he was doing, but then, Jason had known that ever since their chase in Moscow. And he didn't doubt that the Russian would shoot him, not caring the least about the semi-public location of the hallway.