The man put his hands up, a sign of surrender. He shook visibly, stuttering and slurring his words as he spoke hurriedly. "I... uh... Don't know what you're... t-talking about! Really I-I don't...!" One of Whisper's metallic greaves crashed into the seat right beside the man, shattering a good portion of the bench he was sitting on, tearing it to splinters and insulation material. The surgeon leaned forward, onto that foot, bringing his robotic face close to the man's own.
"That is a pity, Drayne. I've seen many a liar spit lies to me. They have all perished, as you will, should you choose to withhold it's location for any amount of time longer. You understand perfectly well of what I speak of." The Mastermind's mechanical left arm grasped the edge of the table the man was sitting at. Being a booth's table, it was firmly affixed to the floor via heavy bolts. Even so, the cyborgs robotic arm whirred and flexed, tearing the table out of the floor, bending it askew to the side away from Drayne.
Drayne spluttered out nonsensical words as sheer panic began to overtake him. Whisper's cane rose, and pressed gently against the man's chest, over where his heart would be.
Whisper's auditory sensors picked up the sound of movement behind him, coming from towards the bar. Without turning, his servo arm revealed itself, unfolding from his back from beneath his cloak, and pointing a single massive
pistol towards Jack - the approaching man. Though the cyborg did not move, or even flinch, he spoke. It was obvious that he was addressing Jack.
"I would not recommend interfering with our business, civilian. This does not involve you."