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Mike mumbled a gruff thanks to Elenna before departing. He walked back to his quarters, and picked up the stuff for Valis. He didn't have time to clean the mess he had left in his room. He would pick up the glass later, he made sure no glass had fallen into the note book. Further more he walked away, might as well deliver the items while checking on the prisoner. He made his way through the halls, his vision on the left side of his head was a little shakey. He always had that problem when adrenaline receeded its way out of his system. It was a group of small things that set Mike apart from everyone else in the field. Everyone had habits, and mannerisms. It's what made up their individual fighting technique. He rubbed the bruised skin on his ribs. He knew they weren't broken. Worst case scenario was that they had been bruised. Still Mike knew how to grit his teeth and keep his mouth shut.

His footsteps clanked against the floor. He rolled his neck around, he would have to be careful. An impact that severe warranted worry, Mike in the very least would have to take it easy. He didn't think he had a concusion, if he did have one it would be mild.

He rounded a corner and approached the door with his hand on his gun. An emergency jump could ave unknown effects on the security system. The failsafe was to lock Valis in, but Mike had never expereinced an emergency jump. In his years of service there had never been need for one. His fights were on the ground. He inspected the door and confimed that everything was in working order. Maybe Alex could do a diagnostics check on the systems integrated into the cell. For now Mike was satisfied. He pressed the talk button briefly.

"I'm not asking for your trust, but I'm a man of my word." Mike spoke as he put the note pad and the black chalk into the drop box. Mike noticed the word 'Dead' carved into the walls. Mike wasn't shaken, he had seen some very messed up stuff in his line of work. A convict with bloody hands and a warped reality, would have a tough time giving Mike's stomach a run for it's money. He appeared alright, maybe the jump hadn't effected the cell at all. Perhaps more inertial dampeners on the cells? Mike was no engineer so his guess was as good as any.