He gets rid of the blodspatter quickly. He's got practice.
Then he grabs a clean tank top and returns to the office as he pulls it on. "I'll go first," he says.
"Ginger? If they ask you, you don't know anything, okay?" Which is basically true anyway.
"Pam? I'll handle this. Okay?"
His words may sound convincingly self-assured, but there is still terror screaming in his blood. She'll know that. She can feel it.
But he will handle it. He's not sure how. But he will.
He heads through the door and into the bar itself, tugging his tank top down. Looking back to make sure that both Pam and Ginger are behind him. Squaring his shoulders a little. It doesn't change the fact that he is looking hesitant, rather than self-assured.
V-Feds. A fucking SWAT team complete with masks and heavy guns. And isn't that - ?
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He's got practice.
Then he grabs a clean tank top and returns to the office as he pulls it on.
"I'll go first," he says.
"Ginger? If they ask you, you don't know anything, okay?"
Which is basically true anyway.
"Pam? I'll handle this. Okay?"
His words may sound convincingly self-assured, but there is still terror screaming in his blood. She'll know that. She can feel it.
But he will handle it.
He's not sure how. But he will.
He heads through the door and into the bar itself, tugging his tank top down. Looking back to make sure that both Pam and Ginger are behind him. Squaring his shoulders a little. It doesn't change the fact that he is looking hesitant, rather than self-assured.
V-Feds. A fucking SWAT team complete with masks and heavy guns.
And isn't that - ?
Yes, of course. Of course it is.