He's not letting go of it for anything less than- well. Certainly not for this.

"Sir."

Gordon's voice is only just audible, the quiet, controlled sound of a man who has focused all of his attention on this moment and this moment alone.

"You are making a mistake of proportions I cannot even begin to describe. You will let go of my crowbar, now. And you will turn around, now, and you will go away."

His gaze is level, unblinking.

"I have nothing to say to you beyond that. Release my crowbar now and leave me alone."