Nightshift 24: Second M Block, Near the bathrooms and exit

[crimson_handed]

((Coming from here.))

It wasn't a long way to go before he wound up at the doors leading out of the cellblock. Kimbley couldn't quite remember what room Wesker said he was in - not that it mattered - but he knew it would still be a while. The doors had just unlocked; he wasn't expecting anything, or anyone, else to show up and recognize him for a

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[proud_king]

Bradley had never had the pleasure of meeting the Shield's fist, but he could easily imagine the damage it could do, and Kimbley must have been impressively determined not to lose consciousness. Still, he wasn't exactly firm on his feet, and Bradley continued to hold him up by the collar. Despite the soldier's obvious lack of loyalty, he would be valuable to Bradley, provided Bradley could gain some collateral for dealing with him. He preferred not to allow his extermination just yet.

He'd need collateral for Greed as well. His intelligence and tendency towards independence could be to Bradley's benefit or detriment: it was better that Greed recognize him on both counts, but not if he distributed such information indiscriminately.

Still propping the unsteady alchemist against the wall, Bradley turned more towards the homunculus behind him, a smile of reassurance in place. "If you do know me, you'll understand I have to be the diplomat. I have no quarrel with you, personally."

His smile altered, almost hidden by the mustache.

"You see, I am friendly with traitors, Greed." Bitch's dogs or not, Greed turned his back on them.