Re: Ocean's Eleven - Seven Hills: Neil, Cris & Sam
[Neil didn't care about the director. He didn't even care about the hospital. He cared about Sam, and by extension his family, and while it was very tempting to break the man's jaw to get him to shut up he knew money would be a more effective muzzle. His gaze was steady, and he didn't answer any of the director's questions. It was too late for warnings about threats, and no one was going to be calling any legal teams or police. The sooner they were done with this place and the man in charge, the better.] Yes. Very generous of you. [More coolness, this time with a layer of biting sarcasm.
He glanced at Cris, but said nothing as he followed the director into the security room. He sat, and he watched the footage, unspecified by what it showed-- or the lack thereof. He sighed. In this, the director was useless. No one here knew anything useful. Neil stood, and he regarded the other man with a tip of his head.] Yes. Of course. [From his jacket he withdrew a checkbook, and wrote out a nice little check with a lot of zeros and physically put it into the director's hand with just a touch more force than was necessary.] For your trouble.
[With that, he turned and walked back to the office. He stood in the doorway, quiet, and shook his head at Cris. Nothing useful, of course.]