@maskmaim | cont. from here.
Kent observes a silence for once as he regards the pamphlet. It was amazing how much Michael managed to communicate with the simplest of gestures and the least amount of information. The agent pursed his lips and unfolded the red paper, but he didn’t give its contents much regard.
“So this is what constitutes trouble for you, eh?” Kent chuckled and set the literature down. “I never took you for being someone who likes routine.” It didn’t take much for him to put two and two together. Michael was planning an escape. He was just looking for the perfect moment-- he was waiting until he could surprise them.
Another moment of silence. The agent folded his hands atop the table and levied this self-appointed charge with a comfortable smile. “I said you could tell me if you were in trouble. It’s another thing entirely for me to help you.” What’s in it for me?
