Snippet #1022561

Cole hung back watching Hunter go "The Bodyguard" on Westlyn Dynamite. He clenched his teeth and sighed, eyeing the other guards. If one of them said a single word, they'd be sucking their meals through a straw for the next few months, but Cole was still worried. Hunter was getting attached to this girl, heck, Cole was getting attached to her. There was something about this kid and this situation that wasn't right. He decided to keep an eye on her whilst maintaining a professional distance. As Hunter and Westlyn reached the elevator, Cole heard Dustin kicking up a fuss in his cell. He walked back and opened the vision slot in the door.
"Listen, kid, if you carry on like that, the guys out here are going to try and do some damage to you. That's not a threat, it's... friendly advice," he said. "Keep calm, we're not going to hurt your model friend, we're just taking her to get patched up. And you're safe for the moment," he smiled, "because you wrecked my car and I don't let anyone wriggle out of my debt." He walked a little further down the hallway to where the mimic was being held, there was some commotion going on in her cell, he opened the viewing panel and stared in at her.
"Hey, listen. You'd better calm down too. Why do we always take the strugglers alive?" He closed the viewing slot and walked towards the elevator, trying to catch up to Hunter.

*****

He sat down next to his half-mutant partner.
"You've gotta be careful, buddy," he muttered to Hunter, taking a pull from the bottle of vodka he was still holding. Surprisingly, he was starting to feel a little drunk. "Keep treating her the way you are doing, in this place, they'll throw you in the cell next to hers faster than you can say pecan pie." He offered the bottle to Hunter as Myra stepped out of her office. He hitched his most charming and devilish smile onto his face.
"Myra, my sweetheart, it's a beautiful day we're having isn't it?" She surveyed him coldly.
"You're drunk Cole."
"Baby, I'm always drunk." He winked at her.