"He might just be well trained," Eliot said, glaring daggers at the man in his grip.

The Retrieval Specialist was rearing his ugly head.

He spun in place and slammed the guy up against the tower, leaning well into the man's face. "Why do you ke --"

And then Eliot was gone, leaving a shining tear in the air behind him. His captive straightened his shirt and smiled at Parker.

"It's a lovely day, isn't it?" he asked.