"Hmm." He sounded disinterested in her threats; in the threats of the entire police force, in fact. Dismissive, even... It was only true, seasoned criminals who pulled off such a casual approach. Gang leaders, crime lords... The kind that had been missing from the streets for a long while. Ten years ago - accompanying new police powers - a large crackdown had dealt with all the real organised crime elements... But that was the sort of person Amanda was currently speaking to. One who was unphased in the face of the law.<br/><br/>"I'd hoped we could do this amiably, but very well. Let's try this, shall we?" There was the familiar ruffling noise of a phone been handled, and moved. 'Mr Black' had passed the phone to someone else, and indeed the next voice she heard was more familiar, and sent a cold chill down Amanda's spine.<br/><br/>"A.. Amanda? Christ, I'm sorry but... " There was a tremble from the voice on the other end of the line and it was obvious enough she was sobbing, even if Amanda didn't quite hear as much. She was scared. Upset. "But p-please... Please just... Do what you're told. They're saying that... Oh god... That they're going to shoot me if you don't. Please... *Please* do it." Some of the words were read out or relayed from this Mister Black fellow; the pleas weren't. This was a terrified, trembling voice.<br/><br/>The phone rumbled again as it was dragged away from the kidnapped policewoman. The suave voice continued. "I am going to periodically send you orders through, and you are going to carry them out. Do well, and we'll release your friend. Do poorly, and she's going to start using fingers." The phone hung up, after the piercing sound of Jill screaming in fear-filled pain filtered down the receiver again.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>