05-05-2014, 05:51 AM
Kragen continues to chuckle as he gets pushed off camera by the weight of Detective Cutter's hand the cuffs around his hands chaffing as he moves. Of course that is the least of his pain, the least of his concern. His jaw is a gushing mess, his shoulder punctured by several bullet holes which would add to the plethora of scarring that lay beneath the surface of his clothes. He'd look back at Cutter for a moment with those dangerous grey eyes and ask.
"Having fun Detective? Are you enjoying being the pawn in someone elses game?"
He's cryptic, because of course he is. But the look on his face is certain, the look in his eye absolutely manic. He doesn't act defeated, dejected or even remotely concerned about the shackles around his wrists or the justice system which has him in his clutches.
"Having fun Detective? Are you enjoying being the pawn in someone elses game?"
He's cryptic, because of course he is. But the look on his face is certain, the look in his eye absolutely manic. He doesn't act defeated, dejected or even remotely concerned about the shackles around his wrists or the justice system which has him in his clutches.