Post by Padre Romero on Jun 21, 2007 18:08:31 GMT -5
At pistols end, the mysterious stranger raises both his hands, in the glow from the swaying celing light, Michael could see a small pattern, something like a bar code, tattooed on his left wrist, his face is just visible, and somewhat familiar, though michael can't quite place the age. He remained seated, and staring straight at his small consol...the fingers on his right hand remained crossed.
"Well shoot," He says, in a near whisper, "I'm afraid I'll have to bite the bullet on this one,"
He chuckles a little, possibly in an attempt to make himself appear less threatening
"you're welcome to rifle through my things, and I'm sure you'll discover that I'm somewhat bear-eft of arms...save for the two you seem to have lofted..."
He gazes down at his control board again, and bites his lip glumly,
"You know, If your aim is to avoid harm, I assure you I won't be triggering that, but it'd be nice If I could have my hands free to save your friends..."
"Well shoot," He says, in a near whisper, "I'm afraid I'll have to bite the bullet on this one,"
He chuckles a little, possibly in an attempt to make himself appear less threatening
"you're welcome to rifle through my things, and I'm sure you'll discover that I'm somewhat bear-eft of arms...save for the two you seem to have lofted..."
He gazes down at his control board again, and bites his lip glumly,
"You know, If your aim is to avoid harm, I assure you I won't be triggering that, but it'd be nice If I could have my hands free to save your friends..."