Badd and Byrne had separated for showering. Manly handgripping was all very well at breakfast but in the communal shower it didn't pay to seem too interested in another guy. Not in a prison.
It was tempting to keep looking back to him, even just to have a glimpse of his feet or the top of his head, just to make sure he was still around and hadn't been snatched away again. Badd got paranoid over things he couldn't see. But Byrne had been humiliated enough today and Badd would respect him by not staring. Even if the Institute wouldn't accord him privacy, Badd would.
Badd firmly turned his face to the wall as he ran a hand through his wet, thinning hair. At least you could trust the guards to prevent anything violent from happening in the showers, unlike his last cage. He still hadn't told Byrne he'd been to prison over the Yatagarasu matter, and while it had been minimum security and mostly solitary the showers were still very dangerous times for a convicted cop. It was hard to let your guard down in what should have been a more calming, soothing moment during the day.
One hand idly rested on his thigh, and the small mass of scar tissue from where a hired goon had put a bullet through his leg--and the walls turned yellow cream again. He was clothed, standing outside Cece Yew's hotel room door and talking to her through the narrow chained crack.
"Don't answer the door for anyone but me, and confirm it through the peephole. We've got people watching your windows and in the front and back of the hotel. I just need to check on a few things and then I'll come up and stay with you for the rest of the night."
Cece's scared eyes blinked, and her fingers clutched at the edge of the door. "Come back soon, please. I don't feel safe here...I know, that's stupid, of course I'm not safe. But I feel better with you around."
"Don't worry, Miss Yew. I'm a professional."
Cece smiled, and the wall became blank tile again. Badd scowled and shook his head fiercely, trying to shake off the hallucination's effects. They'd gotten Cece her justice. It was over. The pills could show him all he liked, it wasn't as if he hadn't relived those memories on a hundred sleepless nights. He was the Yatagarasu. They wouldn't break him.
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It was tempting to keep looking back to him, even just to have a glimpse of his feet or the top of his head, just to make sure he was still around and hadn't been snatched away again. Badd got paranoid over things he couldn't see. But Byrne had been humiliated enough today and Badd would respect him by not staring. Even if the Institute wouldn't accord him privacy, Badd would.
Badd firmly turned his face to the wall as he ran a hand through his wet, thinning hair. At least you could trust the guards to prevent anything violent from happening in the showers, unlike his last cage. He still hadn't told Byrne he'd been to prison over the Yatagarasu matter, and while it had been minimum security and mostly solitary the showers were still very dangerous times for a convicted cop. It was hard to let your guard down in what should have been a more calming, soothing moment during the day.
One hand idly rested on his thigh, and the small mass of scar tissue from where a hired goon had put a bullet through his leg--and the walls turned yellow cream again. He was clothed, standing outside Cece Yew's hotel room door and talking to her through the narrow chained crack.
"Don't answer the door for anyone but me, and confirm it through the peephole. We've got people watching your windows and in the front and back of the hotel. I just need to check on a few things and then I'll come up and stay with you for the rest of the night."
Cece's scared eyes blinked, and her fingers clutched at the edge of the door. "Come back soon, please. I don't feel safe here...I know, that's stupid, of course I'm not safe. But I feel better with you around."
"Don't worry, Miss Yew. I'm a professional."
Cece smiled, and the wall became blank tile again. Badd scowled and shook his head fiercely, trying to shake off the hallucination's effects. They'd gotten Cece her justice. It was over. The pills could show him all he liked, it wasn't as if he hadn't relived those memories on a hundred sleepless nights. He was the Yatagarasu. They wouldn't break him.
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