"A thief? Maybe I am," Ryder muttered as he smiled. He was talking in a different accent than his normal one and using a rich voice to make it difficult for the man to realize who he was.
"I'm warning you. You don't know who you're dealing with. I am from the Federal Bureau of Investigation. As a thief, you're not worth my time. If you free me, you can leave. I won't stop you," the blonde man said, threatening Ryder.
Ryder squinted his eyes as he gazed at the man as if he was looking at an idiot. He replied, "Why should I care who you are? From the FBI or from the government, after one bullet, you're going to be a corpse. You know, Dead Men tell no tales. I don't need to worry about anything. So don't even bother trying to scare me about your position."
The blonde man could sense that it wasn't a normal robbery. The masked man wasn't trying to find anything valuable even though he had tied the man. This felt more like a kidnapping and less like a robbery.