In the basement, Gun Man is still shoving the gun into Donny's temples. His finger is pressing further into the trigger with each passing moment:
"Tell me NOW where the bag is."
"I-I told ye! My mate has it!"
"Which one?"
"Tall... skinny..." Donny shakes like mad against the metal barrel of the gun. "Blonde...buzzcut..."
Bat man backs up to the door. "I'll go and check."
"You better not be lyin'," Gun man hisses, "I can still blow your brains to smithereens, you know."
Knife man guards the entrance as Bat man creeps up the stairs, ready for action.
