Raice was bristling, but he could hardly move.  He should have done something else, he should have, he knew, but now he felt helpless.  His hands fingered the Kukri near him, but he was afraid to make a move in this state.  Too slow.  But his temper was starting to show.<br/><br/>"Old man, you put your hand back." He pants.  "You get away from him, and we'll try and save you.  But I swear if Merelli dies, I'll make sure you live long enough... long enough for me to gouge your eyes, cut your nuts out, and sew them shut into the sockets... you hear me?  Don't no one need to die anymore..."<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>Arget started to piss, examining the vent.  It seemed too small for him... and that's where they caught him last time, even if he could get it open with nothing in his hands and crawl through on time.  Good thing it was a single bathroom... he lifted the large slab off the back of the toilet... he'd been taking a silent inventory of the medical ward... there were supplies here and there, out of his reach with the guard in the way, and of course his bindings, but when he was done in here...<br/><br/>(No... not right...) He thought.  The guard had a knife, and his toilet lid could be too slow.  Instead, he lifted it high, and slammed it to the ground as HARD as he could - shattering the porcelain into dust, chunks, shards.  He'd cut his foot on a broken sink in a junkyard when he was seven.  Nothing sharper than shattered porcelain that he could think of.<br/><br/>"What the fuck is going ON in-" The guard forced the door open, and had already come in swinging, only to take a shank to his midsection.  Arget burst outside, in his slender and scarred naked glory, to the screams of a nurse.  They weren't stupid enough to leave his possessions nearby, and that had him pissed - he wanted his gun back.  "Lock the door!" He screamed, now holding the guards knife to the neck of the nearest unfortunate, the man bleeding out and moaning in the bathroom behind him.  "LOCK THE FUCKING DOOR!" He shook his hand and the rest stood back for a moment.  Another nurse nearby, a male mouse, complied, shutting it and clicking the lock.  "Shit..." He suddenly realized he didn't have the nerve to kill a doctor, but he maintained his bluff all the same.  "Where's your pateint?  THE OTHER GUARD, ENGLISH MOTHERFUCKER!" He screamed, pulling the groggy wolf, now in a hospital gown, off the bed by his hair, and wrapping his left arm, with the knife, around the bastards neck.  In his right, he snatched hypodermic from the shelf, and backed away, plunging it into a bottle of cleaning bleach meant for operating tables, beneath the shelves.  He put the end into the guards throat before he could get a fight back - none of those nurses seemed yet ready to play the hero.  Good for them.<br/><br/>"WHERE... IS MY NEEDLE?"<br/><br/>"Needle?" THe guard growled back.<br/><br/>"WHERE is my fucking BLACK TAR HEROIN, YOU THEIVING SHIT." He demanded, referring to what was actually his only way out of this mess now... the others would be coming soon.  "TELL ME or I'm going to BLEACH your fucking BLOODSTREAM.  Can you imagine what that's gonna be like?" He hissed in the bastards ear.  "You've got five seconds.  ONE of you TELL ME or I'll go to work on the rest of you next!" He dare not remove the needle or the knife, and backs into a stone corner to keep them all in sight.