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[He grunts out his annoyance at the constant little niggles in his head, like a devil on his shoulder tempting him to make ridiculous choices. He does that enough as it is, he really doesn't need the additional support of Silva.

But really, what's the worst that could happen? The whole room is fortified. Silva would have to get through him first, then the armed guards, then escape through of a maze of underground offices and tunnels, undoubtedly running into plenty of trained professionals on the way. The entrance and exit were so heavily guarded that he wouldn't make it out alive...

I'll kill you if you try anything.

But that's a promising threat, is it not?

Especially as James is moving towards the door way, his right hand slipping under his jacket and resting at his gun as a silent reassurance to himself as he swipes himself in. Fucking stupid. But this mental connection needs to be investigated and he'd rather here than locked away in some asylum being tested on.]

Don't move. [His gaze isn't leaving Silva as he opens the door just enough to slip in and shut it behind him (... here's hoping the door is swipe exit too), hand still settled under his jacket.]

Are you going to behave?