Tillman listened impassively, his gaze stony as Crane finished speaking. Tillman was many things. He was strong, focused, quiet, spooky, he was a tactical killing computer, he was ruthless when he had to be, and despite this, he was entirely helpless at the hands of a man that looked like he worked at a library.
A gun in his face would have been easy to handle. A knife in the ribs was inconsequential. Tillman had once grinned around the barrel of a submachine gun. Thugs did not have the finesse to rattle him. A brain, however, knew exactly where to apply pressure to get him to beg on command.
Castle seemed infinitely wealthy and well connected. He had been impossible for Tillman to fight. Somehow this doctor had transferred him out of a maximum security prison with little effort. Apparently, Castle wasn't the only one with connections.
Tillman pulled himself into a sitting position and folded his hands in his lap.
"If any harm comes to them, I will tear you into tiny pieces," he growled with conviction. He watched Crane in the dim light for a moment before continuing. "Tell me about the job."
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2012-01-31 02:54 am (UTC)A gun in his face would have been easy to handle. A knife in the ribs was inconsequential. Tillman had once grinned around the barrel of a submachine gun. Thugs did not have the finesse to rattle him. A brain, however, knew exactly where to apply pressure to get him to beg on command.
Castle seemed infinitely wealthy and well connected. He had been impossible for Tillman to fight. Somehow this doctor had transferred him out of a maximum security prison with little effort. Apparently, Castle wasn't the only one with connections.
Tillman pulled himself into a sitting position and folded his hands in his lap.
"If any harm comes to them, I will tear you into tiny pieces," he growled with conviction. He watched Crane in the dim light for a moment before continuing. "Tell me about the job."