Snippet #2389365

Titus took a nice long drag from the cigarette, holding it in for a second before slowly exhaling the smoke through his nostrils. The pleasant rush of nicotine eased his nerves. It had been 3 days since his last drink and sobriety burned at his patience.

He leaned back in his chair nodding gratefully towards the man who had identified himself as Jason. He was about to strike up some small talk to fill the time when a small orb entered the room.

A hologram appeared and a monotone voice emerged from the device. "Omni, I apologize for sending a drone in my place, but I do hope you can understand the reason why. For those who don't know, you may call me Blacklight."

Blacklight... Titus's ears pricked at the name. He looked over the holographic image and sneered. Blacklight had been part of the patrol who had been called in during his last "episode". The cyborg had used what Titus felt was unnecessarily rough force to bring him in. Titus was a hero he had saved hundreds of lives and the bastard at the bar had started the fight anyways, but he had been thrown around like a common criminal.

What really burned his nerves though was the fact that Blacklight had actually managed to contain him. Of course he had been nearly blackout drunk that night, but regardless he had never been brought down like that before and he didn't like it. Staring icily at the black armor suite that revealed no humanity he spat, "freaking prick."