There's a sneer on Gordon's face as he holsters his gun. He leans over him, hovering, in hopes to be as threatening as possible in a show of dominance. "Were you working with Falcone?"
The look in response was harsh as Wiles glared up, refusing to speak a moment, causing Jim to wedge his foot near the wound. "I asked if you're working for Falcone?"
"Y-Yes!"
"Are there any others following you?"
"I-I don't know!" It was lie and Jim knew it, but he couldn't be for certain of who else was in the family. He adds more pressure to his foot, now encroaching towards the wound.
"Oswald Cobblepot!"
There's a low growl before Jim removes his foot, turning back to the rest of the team, "Lock him up!"
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Date: 2015-09-15 09:27 pm (UTC)The look in response was harsh as Wiles glared up, refusing to speak a moment, causing Jim to wedge his foot near the wound. "I asked if you're working for Falcone?"
"Y-Yes!"
"Are there any others following you?"
"I-I don't know!" It was lie and Jim knew it, but he couldn't be for certain of who else was in the family. He adds more pressure to his foot, now encroaching towards the wound.
"Oswald Cobblepot!"
There's a low growl before Jim removes his foot, turning back to the rest of the team, "Lock him up!"