<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=8337.msg298190#msg298190">Quote from: strangely made on 08-01-2007, 02:37:26</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The ooficers take him to the cell and after opening the door drag him inside. Placeing him on the floor one of them hold his assault rifle in a ready position as another kneels down next to him.<br/>Drowing a lock knife from his pocket the officer flips the blade open expertly and says "Now your not going to be silly and try anything as I take your restraints off you are you?"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Marlowe emits a dry, exhausted laugh.  "Whot, like catching the bullets he plugs me with and throwin' them at you?"<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=8337.msg298190#msg298190">Quote from: strangely made on 08-01-2007, 02:37:26</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">In the next door cell a loud graon is suddenly heard, then the sound of something hitting the cell door from the inside, it sounds almost like fists but faintly wet at the same time. The officers look nervously at each other as the banging sound changes from thr door to to the wall seperating the cells.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The noise gives Marlowe pause, and he looks toward that wall-- not that it matters, he isn't Clark Kent-- before panning his gaze slowly, coldly, back to the officers.  "Is Mike... squishy?"