"You know what, forget it. Even though you're being a prick I'm going to do you a favor. I'm going to give you the next sixty seconds to get your distance from this cell. Go take a piss or something. Because I'm about to bust out of here. And anybody in my way is going to die. Now, or in a few weeks, bald and probably 30 lbs lighter. I'm not a bad guy, really, but I've got people to kill and if I have to kill a few others to get to em, well, it's a rough life." Control Rod said, in complete seriousness. He then stepped away from the guard and the phone, kneeled down, and placed his gloved hands on the floor.
First, he'd try pinning down the fingers of one of the gloves with his knee and trying to jerk it off. And if that didn't work, he'd have to destroy the gloves entirely, which should be doable. Before, in order to fight his mysterious benefactor's messenger, he had removed the gloves. But if he tried to throw some radiation or fire a ray with the gloves ON, well, that'd probably be enough to blow them out. Whatever the cop was doing now didn't much interest him, but he was hoping he wouldn't be stupid enough to shoot him.