"No problem doc just trying to save a little troub", Ian was cut off by the head of security. The lithe maintence worker waited. At the right times he'd push submisive body language and change his tone of voice.<br/><br/>"I am instructed to prioritize work asignments that are vital to the overall well being of the Vault, Security Chief. Checking for special assignments from the Overseer or Doctor supercedes my normal work scheduale, I'm going to be sure to spend the rest of my day fixing the waterchip's access to the lower termnials", even witht he psychological profile he'd made of the security chief. The observations he made, and the subtle things he did to appeal to her emotions. He knew nothing was gauranteed.<br/><br/>Being important didn't save you from a beating. Not screaming, whining, or giving in to pain only made it worse. as small as he seemed to be, Ian was not a screamer. The young man would take his beatings, do as he was told. He'd try to reason with the gaurds, but as bad as it was, those below him had it worse.<br/><br/>The doctor spoke on his behalf.Jensen was a good guy. Maybe Jess would listen, maybe not. ian wasn't the type to gamble. he waited. All he had was time and his thoughts down here in the vault.<br/><br/>His day was going to be long, but was it going to be a long day of work, or a long day locked in a room with the chief? Tommy was coming in. Hopefully, the clinic wouldn't have to suffer from security's whim.