He snorts at that, rolls his eyes. Doesn't believe it for a second. York is smart. The guy worked on puzzle locks for fun in his spare time.

He raises an eyebrow, gaze running along his shoulders. The shoulders he's seen naked and bowed and slick with sweat. "Well, if you wanted to try something kinky..." he says, the sourness of his voice only just undercut by a hint of humour.

One of the mercenaries in black enters, hands over Delta and the cuffs. Cuffs first, drags his arms behind him and cuffs them and he swear he will start using tape as well as more cuffs if he has to.

And then there's the chip, holds it in between his fingers. It's a tiny thing, insignificant looking for such an important thing.