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There was loud obnoxious banging at the door accompanied by loud obnoxious shouting. Price recognized the voice instantly - it was a voice he had hoped he'd never hear again. Lilium Darlington, perhaps the greatest mistake in his SDC career. Just when he had thought this day could not get any worse.
He stood there with an exasperated expression as the Alraune hurled insults at him like snowballs. They hit and slid off his slowly thinning patience. He considered crawling under his (bombproof) office desk and waiting it out - and he would have too, if it wasn't for his unlikely guest. His dignity told him to reconsider.
"Please ignore the hostile plant-" he began, only to notice that Riff had already opened the door.
Price watched the two intruders converse, hoping that they would somehow eliminate each other in the process. There seemed to be some signs of conflict outside. Perfect. He would just sit back and ignore them. Avoid responsibility. Not do his job. Watch as the little cat girl was beat to a bloody pulp.
He picked up a mug of coffee from his desk. For an instant it looked as though he was going to throw it (then it occurred to him that he would have to clean the aftermath). He took a sip. It was cold.
The cup still in hand, he reached into his jacket and pulled out a gun. Aiming in their general direction, he fired, and sparks flew as taser darts hit the wall of the corridor outside. Tch. Missed.
He stood there with an exasperated expression as the Alraune hurled insults at him like snowballs. They hit and slid off his slowly thinning patience. He considered crawling under his (bombproof) office desk and waiting it out - and he would have too, if it wasn't for his unlikely guest. His dignity told him to reconsider.
"Please ignore the hostile plant-" he began, only to notice that Riff had already opened the door.
Price watched the two intruders converse, hoping that they would somehow eliminate each other in the process. There seemed to be some signs of conflict outside. Perfect. He would just sit back and ignore them. Avoid responsibility. Not do his job. Watch as the little cat girl was beat to a bloody pulp.
He picked up a mug of coffee from his desk. For an instant it looked as though he was going to throw it (then it occurred to him that he would have to clean the aftermath). He took a sip. It was cold.
The cup still in hand, he reached into his jacket and pulled out a gun. Aiming in their general direction, he fired, and sparks flew as taser darts hit the wall of the corridor outside. Tch. Missed.