Re: Ocean's Eleven - Seven Hills: Neil, Cris & Sam
[The orderly, who looked like he seemed to be getting too much pleasure from dragging the girl in the straitjacket along with hard jerking motions, stopped with shocked eyes when Neil blocked the door. He hesitated at the command that the girl's straitjacket be removed, like something about Neil's stance bothered him, but he still looked back at the director for guidance. Everyone in this place did, and the man with the bite-wound was no different in his mealy-faced uncertainty.
The director, who still had the woman from accounting at his side, looked quite pleased with his days work. Until, that was, he looked up. He didn't squirm under Neil's gaze, but his cheeks and throat certainly became a ruddier, less attractive shade of red when Neil threatened to make phone calls. At his side, the accountant whispered something else into the man's ear. And, ah, then that red faded and the man blanched at the mention of phone calls made. His glaze slid to the detective, who he didn't fear, but this, this he did seem to fear.
He nodded to the orderly, who made rough work of the straitjacket with fat fingers, turning the girl with dizzying quickness and freeing her arms first, and then the remaining ties along her back. He moved back quickly when he was done, but he didn't need to. Sam was so sedated that she just swayed slightly, and she didn't even pull the straitjacket off. It just sagged forward on her shoulders.