[It takes Kowalski far too long to realise what he's doing, far, far too long. He's just there in the moment, snarling down at the other, eyes glazed and so, so tempted to slam his fist into the smug face over and over and over until there's nothing left. But that won't get him an answer he distantly thinks. That won't solve the problem he has right now. And that? That will undoubtedly get him killed, leaving him dead and the Mountie still possibly in need of aid.
With a few more heavy growls of breath, he finally drags his glare away from the man under him, snapping a quick look from side to side, behind and in front, to finally register the rest of the room. People are staring and there's more than a few unhappy faces with their guns out, undoubtedly ready to blast a hole through his head if he so much as moves in a manner they don't like. In fact, he thinks it's only the respect the suit under him commands that has saved him from instantly getting his face blown off. That and the issue with the clean up job and all the witnesses.
Armando barely reacts and Ray supposes he's got to give the guy credit for that. But Armando is in his own territory, he's got nothing to be scared of. What might result in a punch to the face for him would result in a whole lot more for Kowalski. He has every reason to be calm, the smug bastard.
His attention flicks to the one he assumes to be Mikey as he's mentioned, staring the goon off as he remains frozen in the position they'd fallen in, fist still raised, unwavering, but definitely not moving. Armando knows what he's doing, he knows how to diffuse a situation without guns and violence, even if it might all end with that anyway, and Ray supposes he can at least appreciate that, even if he'd still love to sock the guy.
But then there's words that Ray can fully relate to, ones that he's learnt to pick up many times before; 'live to see your friend again', 'it's over for both of you'... words that fully suggest Fraser's still alive. There was no past tense, no suggestion that the Mountie had been killed and tossed away or buried some place. Fraser was alive, and that's what Ray had wanted to hear.
With a huff of annoyance, he slowly, so slowly starts to lift his other arm, bringing them both to gradually reach and clasp behind his head. Then, and only then, does he finally move shifting on his knees to awkwardly stand without the aid of his hands.]
The whole of Vegas PD knows I'm here, wise guy. You do anythin' to me and they'll shut this place down. [A bluff, probably an obvious one, but hell, if even a few of those less than smart goons could believe it, he'd be satisfied.]
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With a few more heavy growls of breath, he finally drags his glare away from the man under him, snapping a quick look from side to side, behind and in front, to finally register the rest of the room. People are staring and there's more than a few unhappy faces with their guns out, undoubtedly ready to blast a hole through his head if he so much as moves in a manner they don't like. In fact, he thinks it's only the respect the suit under him commands that has saved him from instantly getting his face blown off. That and the issue with the clean up job and all the witnesses.
Armando barely reacts and Ray supposes he's got to give the guy credit for that. But Armando is in his own territory, he's got nothing to be scared of. What might result in a punch to the face for him would result in a whole lot more for Kowalski. He has every reason to be calm, the smug bastard.
His attention flicks to the one he assumes to be Mikey as he's mentioned, staring the goon off as he remains frozen in the position they'd fallen in, fist still raised, unwavering, but definitely not moving. Armando knows what he's doing, he knows how to diffuse a situation without guns and violence, even if it might all end with that anyway, and Ray supposes he can at least appreciate that, even if he'd still love to sock the guy.
But then there's words that Ray can fully relate to, ones that he's learnt to pick up many times before; 'live to see your friend again', 'it's over for both of you'... words that fully suggest Fraser's still alive. There was no past tense, no suggestion that the Mountie had been killed and tossed away or buried some place. Fraser was alive, and that's what Ray had wanted to hear.
With a huff of annoyance, he slowly, so slowly starts to lift his other arm, bringing them both to gradually reach and clasp behind his head. Then, and only then, does he finally move shifting on his knees to awkwardly stand without the aid of his hands.]
The whole of Vegas PD knows I'm here, wise guy. You do anythin' to me and they'll shut this place down. [A bluff, probably an obvious one, but hell, if even a few of those less than smart goons could believe it, he'd be satisfied.]
Take me to him.