"Yeah," he says, though he doesn't believe it even as he says it. Reaching over the seat he grabs the aspirin bottle holding it up in front of their attacker's face.
"Listen very carefully. We are going to the meeting with your contact, and if he's not standing in the middle of the refinery, you're going to get this guy to come out of whatever hiding spot he might be in. Say anything suspicious and I'll kill you. Do anything to put either of us in danger, and I'll kill you. Do what you're told and maybe I won't decide to get creative when asking you a few more questions," he says, using a tone that clearly says he isn't exaggerating about the killing him part.
Slowly the attacker nods, and Jack gives him two aspirin tablets before climbing back into the front of the van. He's still not sure how exactly they're going to do this, particularly without knowing the layout of the refinery or exactly who they're dealing with. There's as good a chance that the contact will blow the van up on sight as that he'll be intending to make good on the offer to pay the goons. Suddenly, Jack's filled with the feeling that he's out of his depth, and the worry that if he fucks this up it's not just his life at stake.
"We'd better head for the meet," he says, turning the engine on again. "When we get there, I want you to take the phone and two of the guns and get out before we reach the spot. Work your way over to the spot on foot, and stay behind cover."
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"Listen very carefully. We are going to the meeting with your contact, and if he's not standing in the middle of the refinery, you're going to get this guy to come out of whatever hiding spot he might be in. Say anything suspicious and I'll kill you. Do anything to put either of us in danger, and I'll kill you. Do what you're told and maybe I won't decide to get creative when asking you a few more questions," he says, using a tone that clearly says he isn't exaggerating about the killing him part.
Slowly the attacker nods, and Jack gives him two aspirin tablets before climbing back into the front of the van. He's still not sure how exactly they're going to do this, particularly without knowing the layout of the refinery or exactly who they're dealing with. There's as good a chance that the contact will blow the van up on sight as that he'll be intending to make good on the offer to pay the goons. Suddenly, Jack's filled with the feeling that he's out of his depth, and the worry that if he fucks this up it's not just his life at stake.
"We'd better head for the meet," he says, turning the engine on again. "When we get there, I want you to take the phone and two of the guns and get out before we reach the spot. Work your way over to the spot on foot, and stay behind cover."