That ought to teach me for getting close. Close, who the fuck am I kidding, it was a hell of a lot more than close. You’ll pay for that Ava. Those two goons hauled me off before I could finish, but I’ll kill you for what you did to me. You should have just shot me. Fuck. It would have hurt less.
Almost to a cell, down a couple of flights of stairs, and the lights go out. I’m cuffed, but whatever they shot me with is wearing off. I’m still a little out of it, but the lights going off suddenly works in my favour. Caught them offguard. Easy enough to kill them. They don’t have keys though.
I’ll get out of the cuffs soon enough, and then I’ll kill you Ava.
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My head clears a lot faster than I thought it would, you looked dazed, when I first entered McDermott’s office, and that probably kept you from killing me right away. I can’t see out of my left eye, and my head hurts pretty badly.
I feign weakness, drop to the ground, forcing the guard to bend over to grab me. Exposes his throat. It’s not neat or clean, but I’m beyond that now. I lunge up, fastening onto his neck, and begin to bite down. He rises up in shock, which does a good deal of my work for me. A geyser of blood arcs across my face, before the guard can get his hands to the wound. He’s forgotten about holding me. He’s dead in a matter of seconds. He’s not carrying any weapons.
Neither am I. Nearly. Anything in my pockets is gone. The wire is gone. Switchblade is still strapped to my thigh. I need to get back to McDermott’s office, and find out what they’ve done with Riddick. You’ll likely kill me anyway, but I’m not going to leave you to McDermott.
Two guards first. The kills are quick and clean. They’re both carrying sidearms, but I prefer the knife. I can feel myself going into my own darkness. McDermott will pay for this.