So he thinks he's a tough guy, giving them swagger and lip. Like that's going to make a difference. If anything, he's only going to make it worse for himself. They're all tough guys in the beginning. The only difference is how long it takes them to crack. And from the looks of this guy, he won't last long.

"No, you're supposed to give us some real answers," she says crisply, sounding unfazed. "Whether you believe me is up to you. But the way I see it, you don't have much of a choice either way."

She signals briefly to the men standing behind Wash, and one of them steps forward, grabbing Wash by the back of his head. He shoves Wash's face into the table in front of him just once, just hard enough to make an audible clang. The operative calling the shots leans forward, resting her palms on the table.

"So how about you tell me how you got here, tough guy?"