He picked up the man's weapon, regarding it for a moment before cocking the pistol, aiming it at the man's head.
"You are my prisoner," he said, quietly, then fired a shot in the air. His way of directing guards to his location. He held it at his side, staying carefully out of range of the man's legs. There were no rookie mistakes here, no stupid threats or keeping the gun against the man's head where it could easily be dislodged or retaken.
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Date: 2012-05-18 09:55 pm (UTC)"You are my prisoner," he said, quietly, then fired a shot in the air. His way of directing guards to his location. He held it at his side, staying carefully out of range of the man's legs. There were no rookie mistakes here, no stupid threats or keeping the gun against the man's head where it could easily be dislodged or retaken.
"What is your name? What nation do you serve?"