"You're opposed to me hurting people now?" Badou asked, mostly not expecting an answer. The click came in no time. Artemis was faster at this than him. How many locks did a rich brat have to pick? ...Maybe quite a few, actually, if he wasn't that rich to begin with but Badou doubted that. He probably just broke into the kitchen at night to get smashed while listening to Beethoven.

After a last glace around the hallway (a couple of people just passing through) Badou moved past him into the doctor's office. With anyone else he'd complain about being the appetizer but he figured Arty would make a poor meat shield anyway.

[To here.]