Vincent planted his boot on the man’s throat with little regard for his health or comfort. He had just broken up a fight between a scruffy looking human of around fifty years old and a Krogan. The weird thing? The human had started the fight. In his experience even the most hardened human prisoners avoided a confrontation with a Krogan when it could be avoided. His colleagues were dealing with the Krogan. Which meant they had zapped him within an inch of his life with their shock sticks, which were really borderline torture devices that aimed to give high-pain shocks. Vincent for his part had dealt with the human, giving him a few well-aimed punched in the jaw before he tumbled to the floor in front of him. The man was now struggling for a bit of air but Vincent did not ease up on his foot.<br/><br/>It had been an eventful day. Their good warden had left them on quite unfortunate circumstances… only to be replaced by Bridget Flame, the ball-crushing bitch who had given her fair share of men on the station - inmates and guards alike - quite the itch in their pants. Vincent had considered approaching her with an offer for frivolous activities on numerous occasions, but his instincts had told him that he was just as likely to end up with a knife in his neck than with the red-haired vixen’s pussy on his cock. And what had happened to the former warden only confirmed his suspicion. He was still deeply in contemplation to the events of the day when one of the other guards tapped him on his shoulder. By this time, the prisoner underneath his boot was unconscious, and the color of his face had changed.<strong>“Vince, if you don’t want to kill that piece of shit, you’d better get your damn boot of his neck.”</strong>Vincent let his boot linger for a moment longer and then took it off the inmates neck. He talked into the com console that was incorporated into his guard chestplate.<strong> “Delacroix here… Prep the infirmary for the arrival of an inmate. Serial number 69817 dash alpha. Serious symptoms of asphyxiation.” </strong>He nodded his head at the two nearest guards and they picked up the human inmate and dragged him off to the prison infirmary. The Krogan was subdued and the other guards were taking turns at punching him in the head with a pair of brass knuckles. Likely it’ll take ‘em a while to tire of their little pass time, so Vincent let them to it and finished his round of the rec area.<br/>