"Buddy, this... this joke isn't funny at all!" Seeing the blades, needles, and pistol before him, the elite lawyer lost his usual sharp rhetoric, his speech laced with stutters.
"A joke?" Dean's smile slowly faded. "Why would you think this is a joke? Just because you're a union lawyer?"
THUD!
The chair fell to the ground.
The poor lawyer, powerless to resist, was hoisted into the air by the neck with just one hand by Dean, his legs flailing wildly. He grabbed at Dean's hand, terror filling his eyes.
Madman! This is a madman! Attacking me in a police station! Damn it, I can't breathe!
At that moment, a myriad of thoughts flashed through the lawyer's mind, a veteran of many negotiating tables. All of them came to rest on the interrogation room's surveillance light, which no longer shone. This place is now a surveillance blind spot!
