Snippet #2101015

Nick watched Vivid with what could only be described as amusement as she went through the motions of forcing the bullet out. Really, he should probably have brought something to record this with, a notebook, video camera, anything, but it had been a spur of the moment decision. He could always describe it later. Or just repeat the action. With a smirk Nick cupped his hand in front of him, barely reacted as the bullet dropped into his hand. A quick examination displayed almost no damage to the bullet, save for some blood from the original entry. "Hm." He flicked his gaze back up to Vivid. "We might have to try that again with something a little larger later on, I'm sure you'll be thrilled." Always the formal tone, like he was having a casual conversation about the weather. "And how do you feel after that? Sick, I presume, judging by your actions and track record... lovely red shade you have there, by the way."

He probably would have said more, had he not been distracted by something behind him. And he had a fairly good idea as to what it was, or rather, who. "Oh, Andras..." He sighed, giving Vivid a quick wave before slamming the door shut behind him and leaving. Humming to himself Nick crossed the corridor, not breaking in the tune as he paused for a moment before deciding to at least put the face shield on before entering the cell. Sure, the power resistance his oh so lovely father had granted him helped, but he preferred to keep that care close to his chest. Sighing heavily he tugged open the door to Andras' cell, quickly crossing the small room. "You really should stop doing this, Andras." Nick fiddled with the restraints, undoing a latch and pulling out a drip cord. Inside, the means to sedate this particular subject. "They've got you slated for death and all of this showing off doesn't help your case." He punctuated his last words by stabbing the drip into Andras' arm, probably a little harder than necessary.