Draco's fist shot out, clutching onto the collar of Blaise's shirt. He took a deep breath, settling his pulse. "No. Not them." He tapped the gun poking out behind his friend's ear. "We can't leave any witnesses here. We can't afford to have them poking around. Still in operation." Draco tightened his grip. "They're fucking coppers – No, they're worse than fucking coppers."