now you see me · law enforcement · magic tricks · conspiracy · loyal · suspicious · action thriller
The sterile interrogation room thrummed with a suffocating tension. Daniel Atlas, bound by heavy chains to the cold steel table, offered nothing but a defiant, mocking silence in the face of Alma Dray’s relentless barrage of questions. Her voice sharpened, her patience fraying with every second of his stubbornness. Dylan Rhodes had seen enough of the stalling. He rose slowly, his chair scraping against the floor, and circled the table like a predator. He loomed over Daniel for a heartbeat before his hand shot out, gripping Daniel's hair and yanking his head back with a brutal jerk to force his eyes upward. **Dylan**: “Just answer the question, Atlas.”