Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-13427943-20150722165754/@comment-24857097-20160227053909

Browning was sitting down, trying to relax himself as to not feel dizzy. The medical staff needed one more blood unit from a live specimen than usual, which was taxing, but nonetheless prevented the heister dying from blood loss. Everything was silent, until the heister came to and asked dryly what happened.

"You got cut, lost a crap ton of blood, got patched up, rushed into surgery, and pumped full of blood. You got some ex-cop and others' blood in ya' now." He explained and joked.

The mood became even more gloomier when muffled bangs were heard outside. Prison walls tend to be thin, but not that thin.

"What the fuck?"

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All Carlyle can do is watch from the tower with Piper in horror as the others were performing what appeared to be selective executions. She never signed up for this. She thought about what the government would say and do about it. But alas, there was ultimately nothing anyone can do.

''Beacon is a fuckin' private institution, therefore the government can't touch 'em. I'm never taking jobs out of newspaper ads ever again.''

(Some Artistic License going on here, but you can't be too accurate.)