Bloodlust (Capt.): Oh. Figures. Now the whole smokestack's sliding towards that pit. Well, dug my own grave, didn't I? Really, really, really stupid way to die.  Victim of self-inflicted collateral damage.Bloodlust (Capt.): Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow.  Round and round...if it wasn't for my helmet, my brains'd be a coat of paint on this--wait. It's...stopping? With both ends blocked by debris--

Vicki: Yo. Bloodlust: Going to gloat?  I'll die like a canned sardine.  Vicki: Nyaahhh. She still has plans for you. Bloodlust: Why doesn't that comfort me? VickiVicki: I'm calling Harold's cell. Giving your location anonymously. He'll rescue you. But do you want that armor on when he does? Bloodlust: A wanted felon? No. But Lyons' daughter'll tell.. Vicki: Maybe not.



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