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crossing_lostrpBlaise hurried out of the kitchen as quickly as he could, squeezing past people milling around, and picking his way past those sitting or lying on chairs and the floor. Daniel wanted him to check on the prisoners--a fine idea, that. The prisoners weren't far from the kitchen, really.
He unlocked the door and pushed it open, the P90 cradled in one arm, ready for quick action if necessary. The prisoners were all standing around in the middle of the room. By their body language and expressions it was clear that they'd heard the shooting and the general tumult.
Blaise swept them with his gaze. All accounted for. Good. He reached for the doorknob to close the door again. Dr. Sakai spoke. "What's going on?" Blaise ignored her. He owed her no answers.
"Isn't it obvious?" Ethan asked. "They're having a little trouble with one of their own."
Blaise shot him a look, then immediately wished he hadn't. Ethan smirked. "It can't be one of us. We're all accounted for--well, except for Dr. Carlson. But wherever Carlson is, it isn't anywhere nearby, I'm certain. That means whoever is causing trouble is one of you."
Blaise opened his mouth to speak, then closed it firmly. Ethan lived to manipulate people. The best response was to ignore him.
"You're wondering whether we had something to do with it," Ethan said. The infuriating thing was, Ethan was right. Blaise did wonder. "Maybe, maybe not," Ethan continued. "But if we are, you have to worry about another episode."
He took a step forward. Blaise raised the P90. Ethan stopped and smiled indulgently and spread his hands, acquiescing to Blaise's unspoken threat--and somehow making it look like an overreaction on Blaise's part. "Actually, even if we aren't responsible, you still have to wonder, and worry. That pleases me." The smile drained away. "It pleases me a great deal."
Blaise strongly considered kneecapping the bastard, just for an instant. Then he closed the door and locked it again.
He unlocked the door and pushed it open, the P90 cradled in one arm, ready for quick action if necessary. The prisoners were all standing around in the middle of the room. By their body language and expressions it was clear that they'd heard the shooting and the general tumult.
Blaise swept them with his gaze. All accounted for. Good. He reached for the doorknob to close the door again. Dr. Sakai spoke. "What's going on?" Blaise ignored her. He owed her no answers.
"Isn't it obvious?" Ethan asked. "They're having a little trouble with one of their own."
Blaise shot him a look, then immediately wished he hadn't. Ethan smirked. "It can't be one of us. We're all accounted for--well, except for Dr. Carlson. But wherever Carlson is, it isn't anywhere nearby, I'm certain. That means whoever is causing trouble is one of you."
Blaise opened his mouth to speak, then closed it firmly. Ethan lived to manipulate people. The best response was to ignore him.
"You're wondering whether we had something to do with it," Ethan said. The infuriating thing was, Ethan was right. Blaise did wonder. "Maybe, maybe not," Ethan continued. "But if we are, you have to worry about another episode."
He took a step forward. Blaise raised the P90. Ethan stopped and smiled indulgently and spread his hands, acquiescing to Blaise's unspoken threat--and somehow making it look like an overreaction on Blaise's part. "Actually, even if we aren't responsible, you still have to wonder, and worry. That pleases me." The smile drained away. "It pleases me a great deal."
Blaise strongly considered kneecapping the bastard, just for an instant. Then he closed the door and locked it again.
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