[ Hooded Justice turns, once the last of them is sufficiently passed out, a solid blow to the head knocking him clearly into slumber land, or what could pass for such, despite being sent there through pain as opposed to relaxation.
When he turned to shoot a look at Cross over his shoulder, all the annoyance and surprise at his voice. He hadn't expected that, but then again, who else would have dealings with the Irish Mob? It shouldn't be a surprising as it was, but he still didn't seem to expect it.
Instead of saying anything, he stood. Still keeping his glance on the man. Then, and only then did he finally speak. ]
Tell them the men need medical attention, and then restraint. Preferably both at once, but they treat before imprisoning. [ His tone of voice said it all. That he didn't agree with such methods. ]
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When he turned to shoot a look at Cross over his shoulder, all the annoyance and surprise at his voice. He hadn't expected that, but then again, who else would have dealings with the Irish Mob? It shouldn't be a surprising as it was, but he still didn't seem to expect it.
Instead of saying anything, he stood. Still keeping his glance on the man. Then, and only then did he finally speak. ]
Tell them the men need medical attention, and then restraint. Preferably both at once, but they treat before imprisoning. [ His tone of voice said it all. That he didn't agree with such methods. ]