01-27-2014, 04:25 AM
Honestly, it was a miracle that they'd all survived. Vlad was relieved when the chopper arrived and carried Division 1 to safety. He didn't look relieved, exactly. He still reacted with a feral snarl to anyone who got too close, and the temperature in their confined space was nearly that of a refrigerator until the agency finally came into view.
Both teams were ushered off of the copter, and from there every agent was pushed off to their designated places. Many of them needed healing. Vlad merely allowed the guards to take him to his cell. He didn't need healing - his Purium had already reversed the harm that he'd been caused. He was in perfect condition.
The moment the door slid closed behind him, Vlad's eyes scanned over his dim room. The dark woods and muted colors were familiar enough to nearly calm him. The criminal moved toward the bed, feeling a familiar weight settle over him. Vlad hardly made it in time before darkness closed in over his mind like a trap. He was completely dead to the world for the rest of the night, and most of the next day.
Days passed.
Vlad found himself bored, and restless. It was not unusual - he was always looking for something to keep him interested here in the agency. The SFA wasn't exactly known to keep the criminals entertained - and books weren't doing the trick.
Unfortunately, he wasn't exactly good at making friends. Vlad already snapped at someone - Mozilla, to be exact - and the other male left the room without another word. He was alone once again. Despite it being in the lounge area, it still felt familiar. Vlad leaned back in his chair, pushing the book he'd brought aside. He was ready for another battle, which wasn't exactly likely right then.
His teal eyes had been closed when he heard someone enter the room. The unsteady steps were what prompted him to look curiously in Vex's direction. Upon seeing the silver-haired girl, he tilted his head and watched her collapse. He didn't look at her pityingly - if anything he looked amused.
"Still suffering from the battle?" He didn't move from his place to help her. Continuing to watch Vex, Vlad leaned his elbows against the table and clasped his fingers before him. The table was only a few feet from the couch, and he had a perfect view of the girl's struggle. "You look terrible."
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