<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=79170.msg4120108#msg4120108">Quote from: Fedora on 12-01-2011, 02:25:14</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Slade was beginning to head his way back towards where the rest of the inmates were waiting so he could help guide them to their cells. As he passed a certain cell on his way out, he caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye of a couple of inmates in an altercation. He sighed annoyedly - he was in no mood for this shit. Yanking his baton out of its holder he slammed it against the bars of the cell, glaring at the two.<br/><br/>"You two, knock that shit off right now or I'm tossing you both into solitary." The look in Slade's eyes was indicative of both his irritation at having to deal with this petty shit, and the fact that he didn't give a fuck what the inmates did to each other when he wasn't looking, but was required to break them up when he caught them. <br/><br/>"<em>Now</em>. Let him up."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The guard's interruption evoked a quiet hiss that he probably couldn't heard from where he was stood. He had the Hispanic right where he wanted him, of course a guard would wander past..<br/>Releasing him, carefully, slowly, he stood to his full length and addressed the guard.<br/>"Of course, sir. This pest was just trying to steal my stuff. I'm aware I should not have taken matters in my own hands, but I did not see nor hear any guards nearby. Perhaps you wish to take over..? The thief is subdued nicely.."<br/>The last bit of his sentence was accompanied by a sly grin and a light shove of his foot against Santos on the floor.