As soon as the control is released, Jackson lets his gun arm drop without letting go out of the weapon. It feels exceptionally heavy in his hand after the struggle of willpower versus telepathic suggestion, but he knows he can't discard it.
The officer's lips twitch into something that looks more like a sneer than a smile. "Of course," he agrees, reaching for the strap device on his own wrist to press a button. The immediate effects are ... unnoticeable, actually, but what he says next does send a chill down Jackson's spine. "And now that I've dampened your -- what was it? -- anti-violence field, I'm sure you'll give up this foolish posturing. You are outnumbered, telepath or not."
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Date: 2010-02-02 10:47 pm (UTC)The officer's lips twitch into something that looks more like a sneer than a smile. "Of course," he agrees, reaching for the strap device on his own wrist to press a button. The immediate effects are ... unnoticeable, actually, but what he says next does send a chill down Jackson's spine. "And now that I've dampened your -- what was it? -- anti-violence field, I'm sure you'll give up this foolish posturing. You are outnumbered, telepath or not."