[ He snorts again. Yeah, of all the people to pick, he thinks maybe their captives might have made a few bad choices here. If nothing else, they'll sure as hell be the biggest pain in the ass prisoners in the facility, from the sounds of it. ]
Make a deal with you, Bigby.
[ He starts, walkie talkie an inch or two from his mouth. Pauses, then plugs on. ]
You help me find a way outta here, you can call me whatever the hell you want. I'll get it tattooed over the serial number.
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Make a deal with you, Bigby.
[ He starts, walkie talkie an inch or two from his mouth. Pauses, then plugs on. ]
You help me find a way outta here, you can call me whatever the hell you want. I'll get it tattooed over the serial number.