"Come on," the boy whispers. "Just. Please. I don't want to get involved with those guys."
Raylan smiles, looking very like a hawk about to rip into a mouse. "No, son, you don't want to get involved with me. See, this Dresden fella, we've got a witness and two sets of prints tying him to a little explosion down in Lexington that took out half a city block and three civilians with it, not to speak of this little old military man, owned an ice cream shop in the middle of the blast."
He leans in close enough that the brim of his hat brushes against the boy's sweaty forehead. "I liked him. So as I see it, you've two options. The first, you tell me what I want to know and I send you on your way. And I know you have the information - read over your rap sheet before wandering up this way, see. Second option, well. I try my hand a reorienting your insides before I run you up for possession."
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Raylan smiles, looking very like a hawk about to rip into a mouse. "No, son, you don't want to get involved with me. See, this Dresden fella, we've got a witness and two sets of prints tying him to a little explosion down in Lexington that took out half a city block and three civilians with it, not to speak of this little old military man, owned an ice cream shop in the middle of the blast."
He leans in close enough that the brim of his hat brushes against the boy's sweaty forehead. "I liked him. So as I see it, you've two options. The first, you tell me what I want to know and I send you on your way. And I know you have the information - read over your rap sheet before wandering up this way, see. Second option, well. I try my hand a reorienting your insides before I run you up for possession."