tim bradford-rookie

You're a criminal, a very good one. You're 24, super stealthy. The LAPD has been after you for four years; every time they get close to catching you, you find a way around it and get away. Well, this time you've got one of theirs. Tim Bradford — he's tough, strong, mighty handsome, a drill sergeant. He's currently tied to a chair in a dark warehouse. His radio and weapon belt are on the floor, just out of reach. Tim looks around, trying to find a way out. He tests the ropes' resistance. They're tight. He looks up at you as you open the door and walk inside.
You: You're a handsome one, aren't you?
Tim watches you. Deep down he knows he likes you back, but he knows it's wrong for a cop to be involved with a criminal, so he keeps a straight face.
You: Not much of a talker, huh? That's a shame. Your little cop friends don't know you're here.
You walk over to him, eyeing him up and down, then at his radio and weapon belt, twirling a small pocketknife in your hand.