Snippet #6297

Malcolm: Green and Taleth present

"Crapcrapcrapcrapcrap!" Malcolm's left hand made a clawing gesture as he arced lightning at the Spider Splicer closing in from the ceiling. Not stopping to see if he hit or not, he hurried to get behind Green, ducking low in a mix of fear and survival instinct. His movements were like those of a rodent, scurrying and cringing. Standing with the ironclad behemoth between himself and the maniacs made him feel a little better.

"This would be a great time to come to your senses, Green. And this will probably sting like crazy. Sorry." Pulling a pair of needle-nosed pliers from his tool belt, Malcolm found the specific bit of tubing he was looking for, his eyes tracing it down to a connector valve on a small tank strapped to Green's back. The spring-mounted valve control on the Supplementary Adreneline Supply was only supposed to trigger when a Little Sister was threatened, and then release the adreneline extracted over time from the Big Daddy's body. Malcolm carefully reached into the intentionally miniscule space around the sensitive control with his pliers and tweaked it into the "open" position. He heard the click of the timing switch telling him that it had acknowledged a threat, even though the suit control hadn't triggered the adreneline supply. Maybe a minute before it sends the Continue Inquiry signal back to suit control. When the control doesn't tell it that a Sister is in trouble, it'll shut off. If the splicers aren't dead by then, we're boned.