[Mob guys are an odd bunch, ranging from the excessively stupid to the ridiculously clued in. This guy was a leader, that much was obvious, a higher up in the ranks, and that much was painfully obvious by the blank faced lackeys and the confident way he carried himself. Maybe Ray won't be chest thumping his way out of this one, especially not while they're still out numbered and with fire arms out.
The closeness of the gun sets his teeth on edge, but it's this Armando guy that has him more concerned. That in your face, personal space invasion is a really shitty sign. It shows he's not scared of cops. Won't be his first dealing with this sort of thing either, especially not with his assessment of just how little a dead cop will mean in the grand scheme of things.]
Who?
[Yes, he's playing that game again. Because playing stupid not only avoids the subject, but it really can rile some up and that's damn satisfying.]
Uh? Him?
[He only spares the smallest of head tilts in Fraser's direction, unwilling to move too move with a gun right at his neck. That's not something he'd survive if that trigger finger got a little twitchy, not in the neck and not at this sort of range.]
no subject
The closeness of the gun sets his teeth on edge, but it's this Armando guy that has him more concerned. That in your face, personal space invasion is a really shitty sign. It shows he's not scared of cops. Won't be his first dealing with this sort of thing either, especially not with his assessment of just how little a dead cop will mean in the grand scheme of things.]
Who?
[Yes, he's playing that game again. Because playing stupid not only avoids the subject, but it really can rile some up and that's damn satisfying.]
Uh? Him?
[He only spares the smallest of head tilts in Fraser's direction, unwilling to move too move with a gun right at his neck. That's not something he'd survive if that trigger finger got a little twitchy, not in the neck and not at this sort of range.]