@ByTritonsOrder « male proceeded to expertly unlock the single handcuff locked around her sinewy wrist that kept her fastened to the metallic table.
“You know that I can’t give you any weapons,” Emeric reminded her with a cock of one of his brows. “That »
@ByTritonsOrder « this is what needed to be done. And, if his father had taught him anything over the years, it was that trusting in your own intuitions was half the battle.
Swearing under his breath, keeping one of his hands latched onto his pistol, the »
@ByTritonsOrder « a squalid climate without assuming anyone who can’t be wholeheartedly trusted could stab you in the back at any moment.
Despite this suspicion, however, Emeric couldn’t deny the resolute feeling in the pit of his gut that told him that »
@ByTritonsOrder « A small advantage, sure, but an advantage nonetheless.
Vera was the unsound variable. While she was skilled in combat, and unlikely to side with the Hoods, Emeric had to remain realistic about her loyalties. He hadn’t been raised in such »
@ByTritonsOrder « demanding her release the best tactic and, despite his better judgement, Emeric dreaded that she was right. They were under siege and, from what he could tell, his presence was still uncharted by the Hoods, which put him at an advantage... »
@ByTritonsOrder « had been wounded in the process. Emeric noiselessly guided the door shut once more and hesitated in his spot as he silently evaluated what to do.
The silence was interrupted by the baying tone of the brunette still seated behind him »
@ByTritonsOrder « vantage point, the male clenched his jaw in reaction to what he saw.
At least eight men, their faces covered with ski masks but their identities certainly the Hoods nonetheless, were storming the area and from what he could see an officer »
@ByTritonsOrder « as the protocol incited by the older Gamp demanded, Emeric took a hold of the door handle and slowly lowered it.
Inching the access point to a silent open, just enough for him to inconspicuously gauge the situation from their current »
@ByTritonsOrder It had only taken the Officer a fragment of a second to pull himself to his feet and approach the still closed door. With one of his hands steadied on the firearm hoisted to his belt, hidden prudently beneath his shirt up until this point »
@ByTritonsOrder « willing to give her the benefit of the doubt, when the distinct sound of yelling, intermingled with a cripplingly loud gunshot signalled from outside the interrogation room.
@ByTritonsOrder « the Hoods who even with their involvement with Mayor Octavius rarely delved out of their comfort zone, so if they had then this was a harsh change in the wind.
Emeric opened his mouth to offer Vera a comment that ascertained that he was »
@ByTritonsOrder « the items retained from the arrest, despite his father’s qualms about him remaining on the case, and it was clear amongst the articles that there was one clear stand out…
Few dared mess with Triton Del Mar, let along the lowly likes of »
@ByTritonsOrder « that she telling him the truth.
Or, at the very least, being as honest with him as the circumstances would allow her to be.
“You mean the trident,” Emeric commented verbally with a wrinkle of his brow in thought. He had glimpsed over »
@ByTritonsOrder « truth in his head.
It would foolish of him to believe Vera’s recount of events at just face value but a nagging knot in the pit of his stomach, coupled with distinctive feeling that she was just mixed up in all of this as he was, told him »
@ByTritonsOrder Emeric observed the brunette seated across from him meticulously. His faded slate oculars faintly narrowed into darts as he instinctively went over the few trade secrets his Dad had taught him growing up about how to identify a lie from the »
@ByTritonsOrder « anywhere, and I get the feeling that the longer you keep your old man waiting is going to be more of a problem for you than it is for me.”
@ByTritonsOrder « tilted his cranium slightly and let the corners of his brims twitch upward in a barely visible, yet completely humourless, simper.
“Now, Miss. Del Mar, I want to know what you were doing. No half assed answer that we both know is a lie this time. Or, you’re not going »
@ByTritonsOrder « rest against the edge of the desk now as his scrutiny perused her miens for a short moment.
“You’re not going anywhere until I get the truth. And, if you think that threatening me with a call to your father is going to change that, you’re barking up the wrong tree.”
Emeric »
@ByTritonsOrder « than they were likely prepared to divulge.
“You must have mistaken what I said… I’m not here to talk about what you think about the Hoods. Frankly, whether you think they’re worth your fear or not, is something that I don’t really care about.”
The male lowered his elbows to»