Gisborne started walking him towards the car, but there was something about him that seemed to really get under his skin. "Not going to speak? Did you lose your tongue and your pride back there?" Gisborne turned him around and shoved him into the wall by the alley, grabbing the man's cheeks with his thumb and forefinger, forcing his mouth to open and his tongue to slide out. "Talk when I ask you questions." That was in no way a request, it was an order. He nodded and looked the man in the eye to be sure he understood.
"Who are you?" And he knew, there was something different about him. He wasn't just any petty thief. He was a professional, and for much longer than his buddies.