FOR HATE'S SAKE

This is not me trying to make like I'm some saddo who Knows Things About The Military or tries to get into Green Beret school or something, but: when I heard that the former captain hostage was being held by three dudes in a lifeboat, my first thought was "That seems kind of exposed. I wonder why they don't just get three snipers and take them all out at once." I actually thought this to myself.

I wonder what it must've been like to be that guy on the boat. There are three guys around you who hate you. You tried to get away, and they fucking recaptured your ass. One of them is jabbing an AK into your back. They're probably going to kill you soon. Then, they all drop dead simultaneously. If I were that guy, there would probably be a brief moment where I would entertain the fleeting notion that my hatred of my captors had somehow translated into the split-second activation of telekinetic death powers. But only for a moment.