There was a flurry of movement-- the woman screaming, her smacking at him, and the girl in his arms flailing to get away from him. He struggled to maintain his hold for only a second when a mysterious third person had jumped in, her unexpected movements forcing him to the ground. He was practically growling, but the way that she held at his arm mean she had him at an advantage. He had to figure out a way to get out of this, but for now he’d have to play their game.
Joe barely hid his confusion at the woman’s accent, some sort of koala loving bitch. He glared up at her.
“I am not,” He told her slowly, through gritted teeth, “giving up any intell.” It was likely that if this terrorist group had bothered to kidnap him, they were probably working on old information that still had him as an active member. “My Lieutenant will find me.”