Billy ran through his options, because at this point the idea that he would somehow just grab Greengrass and expect him to go along with his plans was out the window. He could either tell him the truth—or a modified truth—or he could try and play for sympathy, which admittedly seemed like the less likely option at this point. He didn't know where in the observatory he was heading, or how close Greengrass was to the exit, but he had to do what he had to do to keep the other man trapped inside with him.
"I'm looking for something—a rare ingredient," he admitted, deciding that a modified truth would be the for the best, but before he could stop himself there he slipped out another lie, another attempt to gain sympathy. It seemed like he would be pursuing both options. "I have a patient who's dying, and I can't find it anywhere. I - I need to find it or else I'll be in trouble."
"I'm looking for something—a rare ingredient," he admitted, deciding that a modified truth would be the for the best, but before he could stop himself there he slipped out another lie, another attempt to gain sympathy. It seemed like he would be pursuing both options. "I have a patient who's dying, and I can't find it anywhere. I - I need to find it or else I'll be in trouble."
