"I know this is quite a shock," Number 6 tells her sympathetically. "And I'm sorry to have to deliver it to you this way. But, while I am in the business of doing so, I'll add that I believe this man, Cragen, is planning to blackmail an associate who goes by the name Johnny Summer. I mean to put a stop to that and all other nefarious plans he may have."
Now, Number 6 levels his hard glare at the man. He must give Cragen this much credit; he is keeping his cool remarkably well, considering. Perhaps he hopes to avoid attention, to slip out of the crowd and disappear. Well, they can't have that.
"Please drink your whiskey, Special Inspector, and allow me to give this man one last 'message'." It will not be with words.
He winds up with his fist clenched, and lets fly a punch aimed right at the exposed part of the man's face. Try to keep the crowd from noticing that.
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Now, Number 6 levels his hard glare at the man. He must give Cragen this much credit; he is keeping his cool remarkably well, considering. Perhaps he hopes to avoid attention, to slip out of the crowd and disappear. Well, they can't have that.
"Please drink your whiskey, Special Inspector, and allow me to give this man one last 'message'." It will not be with words.
He winds up with his fist clenched, and lets fly a punch aimed right at the exposed part of the man's face. Try to keep the crowd from noticing that.