This time, his gaze went between Harris and Mercado. He spoke quietly, channeling some of that anger into it, "Now, tell me. Why did they have knives? Why weren't the prisoners searched?" His voice gained no volume, but then again it didn't need to.
His fingers curled together before he forced them to relax. He had to be Captian here, not Jim. A Captain's reaction, not a Jim reaction.
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Date: 2010-03-20 01:41 am (UTC)His fingers curled together before he forced them to relax. He had to be Captian here, not Jim. A Captain's reaction, not a Jim reaction.