Arget had finished in a manner of seconds and had already expended what he could - just about everything despite his 'inner' struggle - there was little time to savor the meal - he had to leave, as in this instant.  His hand descended upon the nurses, and he gave her a 'no-no' expression, eyebrow raised even as he gives a final gulp, the bulge traveling down his throat.  Wagging his finger gently, he looks around at the tables, stained with blood, the other guard squirming his way out of the bathroom, trailing red behind him.<br/><br/>"Make yourself useful and save him." Arget suggested, ripping into the wall with one hand, tearing free the wires within.  He donned some pants, took his old jacket, and slipped his wrench in his belt, snatched up his pistol, checking the chambers... slipping in another clip.  Two left on the table, now in his pockets.  "I don't kill doctors - so get back to work, you ninnies." He shakes his head, and steps outside to shut the door behind him.  Leave them to their business, for it was none of his now.  All he wanted to do was go home - he'd done his part, right?<br/><br/>And as he rounded the corner, 'twas the shadows that blocked his path first.  He still felt heavy, he still was, but he was energetic.  He had it in him like Gatorade.  Had he not, he might have lost his head right then and there.  Now he's staring at...<br/>((Adamant, I humbly leave this in your capable hands to provide me with challenge and drama galore.))<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>Raice controlled his breathing, slid into place, examining the scene.  It was out of his hands until somethinig changed - or Merelli was free.  Iln's feelings burned in him with the fiery passion of a thousand suns, but he could do nothing... what a day this had shaped up to be for them all.  "Why?" He asks, lacking comprehension, murmuring to himself aloud.  "Why?"