Not one, not ten, but a hundred parts in! can you believe that? You should, it says so right up there in the title. (previous)
Looking around, Warren saw a few people in the crowd nod. He lifted his leg and slipped a hand into his boot, awkwardly scratching his ankle.
‘I don’t think!’ Mitchell yelled. Warren flinched. ‘I don’t think you’re in a position here to draw a weapon on me.’
Mitchell had noticed. The crowd was starting to notice. Warren had procured a small knife from his boot and hidden it in his sleeve. The look in his eyes had changed, too. They were no longer the eyes of a man who had everything on the line. They were the eyes of someone who had given up on sane solutions. The eyes in front of a brain in a state of panic. The eyes you see in people who feel they have nothing to lose.