More Equal Than Some

[Sylvia Main]

*The conference room is nearly empty, only a few other draculoids from our unit are here. I sit down at the table and rest my chin on my fists, yawning. I can't help but overhear their conversation and sigh when I realize they're talking about methods of punishment for such a crime. It's logical but I can't help but feel a knot in my stomach. I take out my pill bottle and shake a few out into my hand before popping them into my mouth and dry swallowing them. I tap my fingers rapidly against the table in agitation as I wait for the rest of the unit to show up.*

[rileywilson]

*I check the time. 40 minutes till the meeting. Good*

*After going through the multiple checkpoints (which takes far to long) I meet up with Vico. Two guards are standing in the cell, guns aimed at the killjoy, as three medics attempt to revive the bastard. Really, it's frustrating to see that this is what put the Tower in lockdown*

((note: picture the high security cells as white, minimalistic rooms, with triple-layer multi-inch bulletproof glass as the wall facing the hallway. The glass slides on a locking mechanism (in the wall) for people to get in and out))

[Alexander Ludovico]

*I smile when I see Riley, though I'm not surprised when he doesn't react. Admittedly, this is a rather serious situation all the way around, but still. The man needs to lighten up.* How's Orwell? And what are your plans for him? *I nod towards the killjoy*

[rileywilson]

Orwell's doing better. He's still not out of critical yet, but he's alive... my plans? I've ordered an interrogation cart. We need to find out how and why he is here and any information about the killjoys. After that, he can be reintegrated. Maybe even join our unit...

*We both turn as we hear a cart rattle down the hallway. The cart turns a corner and we see it's pushed by another drac*

...really I could care less what happens to him at the moment.

[Alexander Ludovico]

*I look from the cart to the killjoy, and then back to Riley* And when you say you want to get information, you mean...? Actually, don't tell me. *I step back to make room for the cart as it rolls to a stop and the glass wall begins to slide back. One of the medics gives a thumbs up, and they all get to their feet* Looks like the party's about to start. And the guest of honor is nearly awake for it.

[rileywilson]

*As soon as Vico steps through the glass door behind me it rolls shut again, locking with a clicking sound. The killjoy blinks and I carefully select a scalpel and a needle full of my favorite fear-inducing drug. I smile and hold them both up so he can see them*

Let's start with your name, shall we? You can call me Wilson.

[Masta Destroya]

*looks at Wilson, can only see out of my right eye though, as the left side of my face is bandaged up from what Orwell did, then looks away from Wilson, talks weakly* I don't think it really matters right now. *coughs a bit*

[Neon Sky]

*I sit and patiently wait for everyone else to arrive but after a while I start to get bored and when I'm bored I draw, I'm not sure why but I do. I take another pill and find a small blank piece of paper in my pocket, what luck, there's a pen on the table aswell so I put it to good use and begin doodling random images. I talk to no one in paticular instead I just speak in general.* What do you think they'll do to the intruder? I hope they make him Better.

[rileywilson]

*Half an hour later I believe I have all the information I can out of him. His real name is Tim Weldon, now known as 'Masta Destroya', whatever that means. I have the locations of several killjoy safe houses, a couple sympathizers within Battery City, and two suppliers. The suppliers are the most interesting, because they are actually making a living out of selling food, weapons, etc. to the killjoys. I plan on drugging and/or tagging the supplies before I permanently shut the suppliers down*

*An assistant hands me a towel and I wipe the blood off of my hands as best I can. I can see splatter on my glasses as well, but I'll have to clean those off later. I gesture to the head drac*

Take him to the intensive care ward. Four guards at all times until he's gone through several wolfblood treatments. See what the surgeon can do about the scarring as well. BLI employees need to look good.

*I leave with Vico, intending to stop by my office to freshen up before the conference, which is in ten minutes. I'd rather not lead a conference like this*

[Masta Destroya]

*after what Wilson just did, and everything that happened today, I don't know how I'm still breathing. I can feel myself being moved but I don't know where*

[Alexander Ludovico]

*I stay silent throughout the interrogation, leaning against the farthest wall and trying not to make a face. Riley's effective, there's no doubt about that. I wouldn't want to be a killjoy locked in a room with him - not that being locked in a room with him couldn't be enjoyable in other circumstances. I have a feeling this Weldon fellow had it rather worse than the average, though. Apparently Riley takes Orwell's injury personally.*

*As we make our way back up to the office levels, I make a point of being the one to hit the elevator buttons. When we stop in front of Riley's office, I hold out my hand. He looks confused by my gesture.* Keys, love. You're a mess. I don't know about you, but I'd rather not make the cleaning staff have to polish the blood off your doorknobs.

[rileywilson]

*I oblige and carefully hand Vico the keys. I check the mirror in the bathroom and sigh* It looks like a need a quick shower *I call to Vico, who is waiting in the living room* Would would mind waiting a few minutes?

*When I hear something like ascent I shut the door and quickly strip. From all that's happened my clothes will have to be burned. It's a pity, that was a custom tailored shirt. I plan the unit's next move as I scrub away the blood, Tim Weldon's screaming quickly fading from my mind. Soon I'm finished and freshly dressed. I step out to find Vico, ready to go*

[Alexander Ludovico]

*I cross to his desk and use a tissue to polish his key ring, then set the keys on the stand beside the door and stand there a moment, looking towards the bathroom door with my hands in my pockets. Ah, my curiosity would get me killed if I let it. I grin and shake my head, then go into the living room and take a seat facing the wide windows over the city. Another time, perhaps.*

*When Riley appears again I get to my feet and join him by the door, picking up his keys and tossing them to him* Much better. *I nod towards his clean clothes* Shall we go, then?

[rileywilson]

*I nod, locking the door after Vico exits* It's time to debrief the unit. They've been very patient so far.

We ride the now functional elevator (the Tower being out of lock-down mode) and make our way to the conference room. Most people are there when we arrive. Good.

[Alexander Ludovico]

*I take a seat with the rest of the unit as Riley heads to the front, and pull the shoelace out of my pocket to play with. There's a bit of chatter, but it quickly dies down. I lean back in my seat, watching the assembled draculoids more than listening to Riley.*