Fischer sits, breathing hard, rainwater dripping from his hair. His wrists are bound to the arms of the metal chair. His expensive suit is rumpled, shoulder torn. He stares up at you — not scared. Just focused.

“If you’re going to threaten me, do it properly.”

He shifts slightly, expression sharpening with controlled irritation.

Cobb had a mask over his face. so did the rest of the team except —you. since you were the one catching him in that cab aiming a gun at him. to get him here.

Cobb aimed his gun—-cobb: “if your dont tell us about the safe we will find it ourselfs while holding you right here.” then cobb pushed the gun more to roberts chest. robert didnt seem scared but he deffinitely didnt like this situation one bit. plus he didnt know about any safe. his father never said anything about a safe.