"FBI,…" Victor moved completely out of his chair, lifting his arm to emphasis the fact that he had Riley securely. The look on Riley's face clearly reflected his surprise. "You're coming with me."
Wordlessly, Riley got up out of the chair. He didn't fight. There wasn't enough room inside the bar to move without tripping over a chair. The pair walked quietly past the waitress. She shook her head dismissively and hurried to retrieve the mug that Riley had left on the table.
"This isn't exactly very welcoming behavior to a guest," snorted Riley as Victor led him out of the back entryway to the bar.
"I didn't invite you," shrugged Victor.
Riley glanced aside, his right hand slipping into his pocket to check the setting on the remote that would open the door back to Damian's ship. He needed it just far enough away that he could get through it without Victor following, accidentally or on purpose. 'Just wait until we get outside.' He peered down at the stocky human and the links binding them together.
