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He didn't, instead only making things harder. "What the hell did you do?!"
Francis stopped in his tracks, his head jerking to the side. "What did you do to her? What did you do to her?"
He frowned, not really liking the gun pressed into his back. "What's going to happen?"
He looked at the guard, concern etching his features as he thought of Poppy. "Fine. Where are we going?"
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"Well, I'd rather do this hard way, just to spite you."
He crossed his arms, his expression was that of annoyance and anger. "No."
Francis looked up from the floor. After a bit of pointless attempts of destruction, he had sat down on the bench. At the sight of the guards he...
He immediately turned, banging on the door. He kicked it angrily, mostly just doing it out of frustration and hatred.
He looked at her, his eyes filled with worry. "It will okay. I will be okay," he said, hoping his voice was loud enough for her to hear.
Francis growled in anger, but didn't fight against the restraint this time, knowing that any resistance would be futile.
Francis tried not to let his guard down, but was feeling a bit overwhelmed. He threw a punch at one of them, momentarily letting his guard down.
He tried attack them with punches and kicks, grunting with the effort.
Francis lifted his hands on instinct, his expression angering a bit. "What's this? What are you doing?"
"Alright," he said, following her into the room without question.
"We are." He nodded. "And you must be Miss Burgendy?"
"Ah, alright." He stepped, looking around as he did so, checking back on Poppy occasionally.
Francis put his hands behind his back politely. "We're here for the meeting," he said kindly.
"I think so," he said as he got out. "We'll be fine."
"Right," he said with a nod. "It'll all be fine."
