<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">(Miren Baines post) </span><br/><br/>“ Wrong answer!,” he snapped with a controlled viciousness that warranted extreme caution, “ Did you hear yourself!? This isn't just programming Nora! It's art! It's human dignity being ripped from one’s own reality and turned into something quite extra ordinary!,” as he shook the chair she was in that swayed violently to-and-fro. Gabriel then pressed his hand up against Quinn’s throat and firmly turned her face to meet his crazed stare. “ Interesting --- not a flinch from you nor a stir… and he gently ran the crest of his lips upon her neck to where her jugular vein was located and breathed in against it.. “ Ahh…but at least your soul’s pulse is alive and well...,” he then said, “ I bet…your pretty sick of these trials aren't you? Sick of me perhaps? Yes? …as he curved a finger to trace her face… “ Nora…would you put a smoking hole through my head if given the chance? Let my body plop down those steps and join old Mr.Rotten down there? Maybe…run out that door way and take your chances, however slim, to leave this shitty chamber of psychotic dreams?,”<br/><br/>Prentiss suddenly let Quinn go and released her bonds from the chair, and pulles out what looked like a pocket sized side arm and tossed it into her lap.<br/><br/>“Well go on then my cool programmer who isn't a murder,” he then said, “ You got five good chances loaded in that gun,” he then took the remote in his hand, “ Here’s a better choice. I'm going to press a button of my choosing which will be the most violent of them all by the way --- and you have the chance to save a corrupt member of the illustrious law and end the life of a despotic gangster all in the same day,” as he held the control in his hand, “ What are you waiting for programmer! Cut you a bounty check for the good of the shitty galaxy!,” as he pressed the red colored button.