"...You must be out of your d_ mind if you think that's gonna happen," Gus growled, glaring through the glass (though Shawn could see his hands trembling slightly, betraying how afraid he really was). He leaned against the table, deliberately not looking at what was inside the box near his elbow.
"Oh, I'm sure that I am," their captor said with a small, kind of disturbing giggle. "But you will do it. Because if you don't-" Shawn felt the sudden pressure only a cold pistol barrel against the back of his skull could bring- "pop goes the weasel."