
(The Tormented) ** There's a knock at the door. **
** Det. 'Dice' opens the door, like a good neighbor. "Yello?"
** Det. 'Dice' stares blankly behind his sunglasses at The Tormented. Uzi Nine Millimeter in hand.
[L] ** Valentina Chekova hustles over.
** The Tormented stares with empty eyes. Still. Quiet. Looming.
** Det. 'Dice' slowly. Mollasses like. Not breaking the ongoing staring contest, reaches inside of his leather jacket, making sure The Tormented remains as still as him.
** Det. 'Dice' withdraws a beer. A Coors Banquet. He offers it to The Tormented.
[L] ** Valentina Chekova slowly sidles up. There's a white phosphorous grenade in the tube under her gun's barrel, but she holds fire for the time being, seeing how Dice's gambit of zombooze works out.
** The Tormented quietly reaches forward with stiff, bony fingers. There's a number of clacks as they close around the bottle. Some instinct, some memory sated, the looming figure steps away.
Det. 'Dice': I'm the best to ever fucking do it.
Lin Zhiyang: What the fuck.
** Valentina Chekova exhaaaaaaaales.
Cyrus 'Cy' Jackson: Holy fuck-
Cyrus 'Cy' Jackson: WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!?
Valentina Chekova: Nice.