The room Six was in was your typical interrogation room, with no windows, a chair and a table lit by a 200 year old lamp. Moore had made the jaunt down to the small room at a speed the others had thought impossible. She came up to the door, unlocked it and stepped inside, letting it shut noisily behind her.
Six was sitting in one of the chairs propped up in the corner, his arms behind his back.
“Well look who decided to drag themselves down here to see me!” Six said, feigning enthusiasm, “What, you get too many of your lackeys killed to come give me the good cop/bad cop?”
Moore could tell he was looking for buttons to push, but she kept her cool. For now.
“Actually, courier, I came to see how the boogeyman of the NCR looked trussed up like a Christmas present.” Moore said flatly.
Six took his arms from behind his back. In his right hand were a pair of cuffs, “You mean these trusses?”
Moore's eyes widened. Of course he could get the cuffs off.
The courier hurled the cuffs at Moore as hard as he could. The projectile barely left his hand before he started to charge.
Assault part 4
Six was sitting in one of the chairs propped up in the corner, his arms behind his back.
“Well look who decided to drag themselves down here to see me!” Six said, feigning enthusiasm, “What, you get too many of your lackeys killed to come give me the good cop/bad cop?”
Moore could tell he was looking for buttons to push, but she kept her cool. For now.
“Actually, courier, I came to see how the boogeyman of the NCR looked trussed up like a Christmas present.” Moore said flatly.
Six took his arms from behind his back. In his right hand were a pair of cuffs, “You mean these trusses?”
Moore's eyes widened. Of course he could get the cuffs off.
The courier hurled the cuffs at Moore as hard as he could. The projectile barely left his hand before he started to charge.