The security officer takes a drag out of his cigar, the sight of Anon becoming clear as the smoke dissipates. He lets out a scoff as he watches them struggle against the handcuffs that has their arms restrained behind the chair. He takes another drag leaning in, and exhaling the smoke right into Anon’s face.
“You’re only making this harder for yourself, kid.” Gallagher sighs as Anon continues to try to break free.
He leans back to his chair, crossing his arms. No one in his entire career has given him so much trouble as Anon. He sighs again when one of his subordinates calls him. Just as he’s about to return to the interrogation room, the door busts open as Anon makes a run for it. Somehow they managed to uncuff themself, and is now easily running past several guards. He’s actually quite impressed. Seeing that his subordinates can barely keep up with Anon, he starts chasing after them. Once he’s close enough, he throws a kick directly on their back, making them hit the ground on their back hard. He steps his foot down on Anon’s shoulder before they can get up, with just enough pressure to keep them in place without actually hurting them.
“Wild, ain’t ya?” He looks down directly into Anon’s eyes.
He can see the sheer amount of determination and willpower in those eyes. Perhaps they’re exactly the type of person Penacony needs. He moves his foot to their collarbone as they try to move.
“Not so fast. Tell me who you are and what your intentions for coming here are.” The authority in his voice is clear.