[ Levi first shrugs off the cardigan he'd been wearing, folding it neatly and laying it over the arm of a living room chair. Strange priorities, maybe, it would do Falco a disservice if he were anything but completely in control of the situation. Having sympathy for the obvious fear he feels doesn’t change that, and he won’t give him a reason to second guess himself. Making a potentially fatal call at that age isn’t easy. ] I can respect that. Let’s go.
[ Leading the way through into the garage, he secures the door behind them with a slide lock that’s installed on the wrong side on the door. Only then does he fold his sleeves up and head to a standing toolbox that hasn’t seen much in the way of use. None of the tools have, in fact, nor the neatly folded drop cloth resting on top. ]
Lay this out for me. [ He indicates the cloth with a nod of his head as he busies himself. He doesn’t plan on giving him a chance to complete the task, intending on distracting him before knocking him out. It’d be worse to let him see it coming. ]
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[ Leading the way through into the garage, he secures the door behind them with a slide lock that’s installed on the wrong side on the door. Only then does he fold his sleeves up and head to a standing toolbox that hasn’t seen much in the way of use. None of the tools have, in fact, nor the neatly folded drop cloth resting on top. ]
Lay this out for me. [ He indicates the cloth with a nod of his head as he busies himself. He doesn’t plan on giving him a chance to complete the task, intending on distracting him before knocking him out. It’d be worse to let him see it coming. ]