Pete clambered out of the back of the Hummer, and joined his partner Frank as he pulled their extra passenger from the back of the vehicle.
Pete did his best to loom over the quivering guy. It wasn't hard. He was well over six feet after all.
"So... Time's come to tell us what's going on Pinky." Frank poked the suit in the chest.
"My... My name is William Tovey. I, I'm a representative of the Oversight committee."
"Who the fucking hell are the Oversight committee?"
"I..."
Frank slapped him hard, and stopped. Shocked. The guys face had slipped sideways.
"Holy shit! Are you wearing a mask?" Frank reached forward and pulled at Tovey's face.
It came off.
The three stared at one another. Frank and Pete couldn't believe their eyes, and Tovey stared up at them in abject fear.
"Nah, nah, nah. I'm not falling for that shit." Frank grabbed at Williams' face again, and pulled hard. Tovey yelled out in pain.
"What's going on?" Shouted Caitlin as she climbed down out of the Hummer. "Why are you hurting..." She stopped. The man who'd knocked on her hotel door was sitting on the floor. His face in Franks' hand.