James entered the interrogation room, his eyes narrowed, dark and intense.
The aura he exuded was dark and eerie, and any sane person would know to stay away.
Gabriel was there too, awake after he had been knocked unconscious by the same man that had just entered the room.
He was handcuffed to the table, unable to move his hands and only his feet.
He looked extremely uncomfortable, not that anyone cared if he was.
James pushed a chair to the side, preferring to stand up instead of sit.
He told Gabriel, his voice cold, "You probably know by now that your partner's on the run."
He didn't spare any consideration to Gabriel just because of the fact he was his uncle. He couldn't care less.
Gabriel nodded.
"I do," he answered weakly.
James tilted his head.
"So you know what I'm here for," he said hotly.
Gabriel nodded again.
