The officer grimaces and holds back a cry of pain "I didn't think the bastard would shoot me" he whispers back to Marlowe.<br/><br/>With a whince he rolls over and gingerly pushes him self up with his one good arm.<br/>The senior officer moves closer to Marlowe "we're not here to play games sonny, we're here on national security" his previous politeness gone "You either do what we want or we throw you to the wolves so to speak.