He knew he had to think quickly and produce a new plan. The hands were ticking, and he did not have much time.
He knew this would be a matter of life and death. A slight mistake and the latter would be his only option. Then, this time, he would be dead for real.
"Don't you want to hear first how I survive?" Gerald knew he had to goad him, provoking him to take the bait. "Who helped me all this time?"
He needed to buy some time before his bestfriend picked to shoot him to save himself or sacrifice himself and die with him.
"It is quite interesting. I promise you." He continued when Don did not seem to bite.
He wriggled his body, trying to escape, but the men holding him had a firm grip. But he already knew that brute strength alone would not save his life.
He was not Superman. He did not have superpowers. However, he had other skills that he could use to get out of this tight situation.
