[ But this isn't moving fast enough for his liking. This son of a bitch needs to get out, now. He digs deep into his memories of the guys who kept their uniforms spotless and perfectly straight, deliberately fixing them with the same level of care he took in crumpling his jacket, loosening his tie, anything to visually distinguish him from one of the threats when he entered the interrogation roomβ and does his best to mold himself in their image, staring him in the eye through the semidarkness long enough to make even a normal Russian uncomfortable. ]
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[ But this isn't moving fast enough for his liking. This son of a bitch needs to get out, now. He digs deep into his memories of the guys who kept their uniforms spotless and perfectly straight, deliberately fixing them with the same level of care he took in crumpling his jacket, loosening his tie, anything to visually distinguish him from one of the threats when he entered the interrogation roomβ and does his best to mold himself in their image, staring him in the eye through the semidarkness long enough to make even a normal Russian uncomfortable. ]
Start walking.