Shelton didn't seem comforted by his allies' words.
"Well, we'll find out in a few seconds," commented Neville, glancing at the hotel. "Here he comes."
Gustave stomped out to the SUV. "Shelton, can I talk to you in private?" he asked.
Shelton gulped. His face went completely pale. "O-okay..."
Gustave led him behind the hotel into an empty back parking lot. Then he grabbed Shelton by the collar and held him up to his face.
"I know exactly what you did to my family, and don't you think I'll ever forget it," he hissed, sending hot air washing over Shelton from the jaws inches away from his face. "And I'll never forgive you. But I had a lot of time to think in that hospital, and I decided I don't kill teammates, especially a defenseless wimp like you."
Gustave sent Shelton flying backward, where he skidded across the gravel. The collar of his purple shirt tore down the middle.
"But don't you ever talk to me again!" Gustave barked. "And I'm warning you; if something comes up where your life is in danger, I will not save you! From now on you're as dead to me as my family, and if you ever speak to me again, I can't guarantee that this arrangement will hold. Understood?"
Shelton nodded, not daring to get up. Gustave merely stood over his fallen figure for a few moments, breathing heavily.
"Have you ever even had a family?" Gustave finished angrily.
Shelton curled into a ball because Gustave looked like he was about to kick him. "No..."
Instead Gustave turned and started heading back to the others.
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Sharon turned away from both of them. "Let's focus on the mission," she said. She knew they were trying to make her feel better, but it wasn't really working. "Should we have let Gustave take Shelton away?" she added, sounding a bit worried.
"He won't kill him," said Alfred, looking eighty percent sure. "Gustave wouldn't kill a teammate."
"Would he rip off a finger for every reason he has to hate a teammate, without killing them?" Crota asked.
Alfred didn't answer. At that point, though, Gustave came stomping back. Without another word, he boarded the SUV. Shelton arrived about a minute later, looking haggard and pale. His shirt was torn and gravel peppered his back and hair.