"Is it because I'm about to order my snipers to shoot you, or maybe command soldiers so constrain you so I can place a sedative in your veins?" His tone of voice turn much more sinister, "If so... then your anger and insecurity is understandable.
James was flung back down to the concrete, his soldiers toppling after him and the snipers began falling down from their positions upon the rooftops. Instead of being filled with rage, James came to his feet, staring at Alana as she ran, his soft smile returning and his eyes glimmering with something sinister.
James waited until she rounded a corner and pulled a miniscule radio from his pocket, pressing a red button located into the centre of it, before putting it back in his pocket. In a matter of seconds, the sound of helicopters following and the rolling of tanks emenated through the streets.