Ethan's opponent drops the mop, clutches his face, and shrieks with agony as he gets a face full of Mace!  A moment later, three other custodians and an overweight security guard pile on the man, pinning him to the floor.  Another security guard, who looks barely old enough to have earned the desired GED, arrives a moment later and gives Ethan the hairy eye before smiling professionally.<br/><br/>"You okay, sir?"<br/><br/>The kid is skinny, hair kept a bit too long, and there's something in his eyes that might send a shiver up down someone's spine were it directed at them personally.<br/><br/>+++<br/><br/>Someone--some<em>thing</em>--slams into the door!  Once, twice, thrice...and then the door flies open, deadbolt and chain lock ripping out of the frame.<br/><br/>"Come on out, Flowers!  We know you're in here, you monkey fucking faggoty little jackoff!"<br/><br/>Outside, another unit door slams open, and the distant sound of running feet reaches Linwood's ears.<br/><br/>"Fuck," one of the heavies spits.  "You stay here!  We mighta got the wrong room!"  And he runs out the door, bellowing at whoever it was who ran out of the other room.  A moment later, his voice floats back...<br/><br/>"Frank!  I got him!  Get over here!"<br/><br/>Grumbling about 'amateur hour', Linwood's remaining target departs...