[From the doorway, Chris stands, both hands wrapped around a handgun being pointed at Mal's back. He's trembling a little from having pushed himself far quicker than necessary to get over here first, but it looks like Mal's beat him there. Next to him is his big dumb St. Bernard of a guidance dog. Decidedly not looking at the mess that is Hannibal, Chris narrows his sight down his gun.
This is stupid as hell, because Mal is both a vampire and a warden and could kick his ass, but damned if he's not going to try to sort things out without everyone going psychotic on him. He sees the slap before he can do anything just yet, and for a minute he locks eyes with Slevin and sees himself]
Let him go, Mal.
[Touch my inmate like that again and I'll put a bullet in your back, bitch.]
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[From the doorway, Chris stands, both hands wrapped around a handgun being pointed at Mal's back. He's trembling a little from having pushed himself far quicker than necessary to get over here first, but it looks like Mal's beat him there. Next to him is his big dumb St. Bernard of a guidance dog. Decidedly not looking at the mess that is Hannibal, Chris narrows his sight down his gun.
This is stupid as hell, because Mal is both a vampire and a warden and could kick his ass, but damned if he's not going to try to sort things out without everyone going psychotic on him. He sees the slap before he can do anything just yet, and for a minute he locks eyes with Slevin and sees himself]
Let him go, Mal.
[Touch my inmate like that again and I'll put a bullet in your back, bitch.]
We'll take him down to Zero and revive the doc.
Just drop him. He's done.