[ Works every fucking time. Get in some guy's face, get loud, find a way to needle at whatever pisses him off, and then he'll start talking. Splitting fire and opening themselves right up for the kill strike.

Decaying architecture. Warnings written in blood. That's all new information. That's all worth knowing.

Gabe bares his teeth and laughs. He's been antsy for a while now, itching in his own skin and craving a fight. Something real. This is all somebody's game and there won't be any way to win until he understands the rules. And to do that, to survive long enough to get back to his people, he needs information. Needling the nearest source of it tends to work.

Not like he can just ask. Because if he does, that's going to reveal a couple things real damn fast and then Gabe knows damn well he'll be seen as a liability. Dead weight to be shot in the head and dropped into a ditch.

Nah. Not him. He's gonna live forever. Or at least long enough to get back to Missy and the others. ]

You're a peach, Caffrey.

[ A smart one, too. Quick on the uptake. That makes him dangerous.

Gabe's smile isn't particularly kind. ]

But you got the cuffs off, and I'm nice. I'm not even gonna break your nose. Nobody got the fucking drop on me.