Ross wasn't about to abandon months of searching and manpower to kowtow to some desk jockey from the FBI. His eyes narrow, leaning in with his cigar.
"You and what army?"
He gave a nod to one of his captains who came up with a few others to hustle the man away. "Lock him upstairs. I'm done with this conversation, we're wasting time."
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Date: 2014-03-20 09:32 pm (UTC)From:"You and what army?"
He gave a nod to one of his captains who came up with a few others to hustle the man away. "Lock him upstairs. I'm done with this conversation, we're wasting time."