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You kneel and pick up his phone from the ground, the call he was on long since disconnected, you pop it in your pocket. While down there you also scoop up the screwdriver and hold it out in front of Gorchakov.
"What'd you need this for? Why were you messing with the projector?"
"Trying to fix the place up, guy can't go to the movies anymore?"
Kimble groans and extends the pistol out to you.
"Keep this. It's ballistics might add a few inches to his grave he was digging."
You snag it and pocket it with the phone, a good amount of evidence already, before turning to Gorchakov.
"We know you aren't working alone, anyone you wanna throw under the bus to save your own ass? Seems like a chance you'd jump on."
"I got something you can jump on right here." He replies thrusting his crotch forward.
Kimble pulls back a wicked backhand and Gorchakov closes his eyes waiting for an impact that doesn't come. Kimble instead just holds it and stares him down shaking his head.
"You're a fucking traitor and a piece of shit. But I'm not dumb enough to give you a get out of jail free card. Even though I really fucking want to." He growls, letting his hand fall.
"Easy, Kimble." You tell him. "If he doesn't want to tell us anything then we let it go. Besides if he wants to spend his time in county lock up with the GCPD fan club instead of a heated interview room."
"Alright let's relax.." Gorchakov says nervously.
You make eye contact and feel a tingle down your neck. Thoughts of faces you've never seen drift by and you feel the cold venomous drip of fear.
"No better way to relax than talking." You prod, pulling a thin recorder from your pocket and clicking it. "On the record of course."
Gorchakov looks to the recorder and then shifts his eyes up to you. He hems and haws and sighs deeply.
"You're a real pain in the ass, boy-scout."
"Alright, we're done." You say grabbing his arm only to have him wriggle back and shout.
"Okay! Okay.. you want names I can give you names... Anthony Banks."
You look to Kimble and roll your eyes.
"We already know how you tried to play Banks, just like you played Free and who knows how many partners you had before then."
"Hold on now, now whatever you THINK you know about Free. I ain't even touching that. Kid died a hero."
You swallow your disgust and let him keep talking.
"But Banks? He was in on it from the beginning, HE approached ME. Asking about if there was any way he could move up in the department."
"No way." Kimble replies, his face clouded in anger. "I trained Banks up, he never said a word to me about wanting to advance."
