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Importunate
The Peruvian leader knew they were running out of time. “Answer me. Where is this guy?” He shook the photo in front of McGee again. As incentive he pulled the knife out of McGee’s shoulder and stabbed it into his other shoulder.
Gibbs could see how importunate the leader was getting. He wanted to cringe because he knew that even with only the two wounds McGee currently had, McGee would be on medical leave or desk duty for a while. With both shoulders out of commission McGee was going to have trouble doing much on his own.
The blood bubbled to the top of the stab wound that no longer had a knife in it. McGee hoped that the wound was small and would heal quickly, but given the amount of blood now pooling on his right shoulder, he highly doubted it. This was going to be a bitch to deal with.
If they ever found Tony, maybe McGee could at least turn the tables on Tony and get him to do things for him given he got injured for Tony. Right now, McGee was trying to think about anything aside from the man in front of him.
Frustrated at the complete lack of response, the Peruvian leader gestured at one of the other warriors. That warrior quickly kicked McGee in the shins. “Pay attention!” The warrior growled. “Leader asked you a question.”
McGee coughed as pain blossomed up his leg. Great. They were pissing them off even more. Still he wasn’t about to answer the question. Not that he could think about much beyond the pain in his shoulders, right now.
In an attempt to draw attention away from McGee, Gibbs demanded. “Just what will you do if you find the man in that photo?”
