Micah Castro Braden // Doctor Watson, I presume (acatalyst) wrote in bellumlogs,
Micah took the end of the chain, opened the cuffs and closed them firmly through the metal loops. Trenton could walk about 10 feet around the well, and he could jump in and drown himself, but that was the extent of it.
He stood back, and he looked at the unconscious man with no small amount of pleasure, and then he wiped his hands on his jeans as he looked at Cole. "We trust them," he finally said, which was not what Cole wanted to hear. "It's the only thing we can do."
He stepped away, out of hearing range from Trenton. He didn't want to talk to the other man when he woke up; he just wanted to know if the piece of shit tried to get away. "Go. Remember to contact Joanie, and let's just fucking do this."