Nothing like a cheap shot, right?’ He snorted blood from his nose. ‘I’m disappointed. I thought even terrorists had principles.’
‘Can it,’ Nasira said, towering over him with her P90 leveled at his head. ‘If we need patriotic paramoralisms, we’ll give Jack Bauer a call.’
Denton grimaced, pulled himself upright. ‘And if I need overblown alliteration, I’ll give you a call.
— Nathan M. Farrugia