They never spoke once they were inside and the door was locked. I didn't give them a chance to. Before they could react, before their business-focused little minds could make the disconnect, before they could achieve the level of abstract thinking necessary to allow their perception of me to flip from confident emissary of professionalism to drooling psycho killer in a janitor's closet, I had a gun pointed at their heads, and I was hissing that if they opened their mouths, I would open their skulls. They liked that line. That one always shut them up quick.