**Buried Secrets**
"It wasn't even a big deal capturing you," he said, stepping around him to establish an intimidating presence.
"Believe me, the danger I hold isn't defined by what people say or what you believe about me," he replied, still fumbling with the tight rope binding his wrists. "It's obvious that you know nothing about me; otherwise, you wouldn't even bother coming after me." He remained calm, prepared to improvise, as he always did in the face of danger. He had carried a simple razor blade tucked into the hem of his suit, just in case.
