[ Rust is no longer in charge of his own walkie, or his gun, or for that matter his hands. When de Guzman takes off the cuffs he's sure to rub his wrists, act relieved. He seems like the kind of motherfucker who'll like that.
After five minutes of back-and-forth with his captor about wording and specificity, Rust sends: ] You were gone for days.
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After five minutes of back-and-forth with his captor about wording and specificity, Rust sends: ] You were gone for days.