It wasn't supposed to go this way, but sometimes things just go to shit and there's nothing you can do about it. Right now is obviously one of those times, as Josh's attention is drawn from discreetly eyeing the bodyguards to the big ginger... and the equally big gun he's carrying. It's not even a surprise that he's carrying, Josh had assumed he'd be the only one there who wasn't, well, besides the... merchandise... it's that he's making it very clear he's willing to use it, and looking like he's potentially a hell of a lot more competent with it than the easy going businessman image had led Josh--or his contacts and backers--to expect. And Josh knows exactly what he should do now, what he's supposed to do now. Back the hell off, take the bone the seller's offering and walk away with a potential line on god knows how many rescues. More kids bought out of this hell and given lives and safety.
Josh knows what he's supposed to do... but that involves leaving this kid, this girl whose face he's seen, in the hands of the kind of sick, sadistic fuck who keeps a stable of people for his perverted amusement.
He's still sweating, but the acrid tang of stress and anxiety rolling off him has eased, almost completely superseded by a sharper note of fear as he frowns, gaze shifting from the big ginger to the girl to his 'competition' and the man's restless bodyguards. He knows what he's supposed to do... and he knows what he's going to do, his anxiety washed away along with the pretense of the spoiled rich boy, with the complexities of a con he's never really been trained to handle, and replaced with anticipation of the violence he's been trained to since he could walk.
There's only a fraction of a second between decision and action. He thumbs the '911' text already keyed into the phone he's been fidgeting with in his pocket, pulls out the small, completely innocuous looking Swiss Army knife in his other pocket, the only weapon he's carrying, and flips it open in one smooth move as he spins, moving with entirely more speed and grace than anyone ever expects from a man his size. Fear he can handle. Fear is normal. Fear is acceptable. He doesn't expect to come out of this, but he'll be damned if that girl doesn't, and he takes the one move that should (might) keep him alive long enough to get the girl out of here, and goes to slide around the big redhead and make for the buyer. He's fast and he's strong and there's no way in hell those bodyguards are going to be able to stop him... and the redhead, well, he's big and he's not exactly young, no matter how hot he might be, so Josh is willing to take the chance that he can get past him.
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Josh knows what he's supposed to do... but that involves leaving this kid, this girl whose face he's seen, in the hands of the kind of sick, sadistic fuck who keeps a stable of people for his perverted amusement.
He's still sweating, but the acrid tang of stress and anxiety rolling off him has eased, almost completely superseded by a sharper note of fear as he frowns, gaze shifting from the big ginger to the girl to his 'competition' and the man's restless bodyguards. He knows what he's supposed to do... and he knows what he's going to do, his anxiety washed away along with the pretense of the spoiled rich boy, with the complexities of a con he's never really been trained to handle, and replaced with anticipation of the violence he's been trained to since he could walk.
There's only a fraction of a second between decision and action. He thumbs the '911' text already keyed into the phone he's been fidgeting with in his pocket, pulls out the small, completely innocuous looking Swiss Army knife in his other pocket, the only weapon he's carrying, and flips it open in one smooth move as he spins, moving with entirely more speed and grace than anyone ever expects from a man his size. Fear he can handle. Fear is normal. Fear is acceptable. He doesn't expect to come out of this, but he'll be damned if that girl doesn't, and he takes the one move that should (might) keep him alive long enough to get the girl out of here, and goes to slide around the big redhead and make for the buyer. He's fast and he's strong and there's no way in hell those bodyguards are going to be able to stop him... and the redhead, well, he's big and he's not exactly young, no matter how hot he might be, so Josh is willing to take the chance that he can get past him.