Snart controlled his breathing and kept his voice nothing but a whisper. "Savage." He was sure the man had probably figured it out by now, but he did promise to identify him if he saw him. He rubbed his thumb against the safety release, but didn't trigger it. It was more a promise to himself that he was still in control, not Savage.

"You could." Savage stated, opening his arms up as if inviting the attempt. "But what would that get you? A dead friend? You think you will get out of here alive if you shoot me? You would still have to carry your unconscious friend." He nudged Palmer's shoulder with his foot. "He is not getting up and running any time soon."

Savage laughs a short, derisive sound with that ever-present smile. "Of course you are alone. Was sacrificing that man for this one something your Captain was too soft for? To you, this is just business, is it not? Well? Bring him and take your man. The Kingpin will give me anything I want with his nemesis off the streets."

Snart took a sharp breath, steeling himself for the pain that would come with being forced to stand again.