The ultimate slap hits more of the group, as they begin to remember the events of yesterday, their fears brought to life, the images of family and friends twisted to play with their heads and stick a knife in their hearts. Men crying for their wives and regretting what hey did in their delusional state, and women crying for their husbands who they thought betrayed them; driving them to murder others in the room that the drugs cast in the roles of cheating spouse and mistress.
Ross is still asleep on the floor, curled up like a pile of dirty laundry, he almost seems peaceful and completely oblivious to his surroundings. One of the P90s walks over to Ross and gives him a tap with his boot to wake him up, but he gets no response. He nudges him harder, rocking him b putting his foot on his shoulder and pushing, Ross rolls on to his back and a yawn and grunt leak from him, but he just smacks his lips and crosses him arms and goes back to sleep.
The guard, even though covered from head to toe clearly looks aggravated and bewildered by Ross' actions, he looks back to the P90 who was giving orders in the room and is gestured to return to the center of the room. He turns back to Ross and cocks his head to the side and looks back one more time before winding up and kicking Ross in the side with his massive black steel toed boot.
Ross yelps and winces, rolling over and up onto his knees holding his stomach. The guard puts his foot on Ross' shoulder and pushes him back over again, the P90s body bounces slightly as he chuckles beneath his armor. Before he has the chance to kick Ross again he's taken down by a running clothesline. The blur that strikes the P90 flattens the kicker and sends him to the ground crashing hard. His gear sprawls across the floor and he spins and composes himself trying to get into a position of see who or what hit him.
Standing over Ross, the lead P90 who had been giving directions when they first entered the room, his stance over Ross looks as though he's ready to fight, and ready to take on the P90 he had knocked down. The group watches to see what happens next.
The knocked down P90 slowly gets up and gathers his gear, he puts it back on and dusts himself off. His eyes are covered by his mask but you get the sense that he's leering at the man who had knocked him down.
Ross gets up, and looks at both men, his protector and his attacker. "What's your problem dude, you don't think I got enough crap to deal with in here." He walks towards the man who kicked him, looking over his shoulder at his would be body guard. "I got a feeling that no matter..." he pauses and looks up at the monitor and Cipher who has come on screen. "how hard you try!" he points at Cipher. "You're also going to want to keep me alive to see this to the end, aren't you?" He's standing right next to the man who knocked him down. This is the first time anyone in the room has been this close to a P90. Everyone is waiting to watch to see what will happen to Ross.
There is silence, as if it were one those westerns where you would see close up on every one's eyes, shifting back and forth with the occasional shot to their twitching hands or clenching fists. The P90 who had protected Ross motions a hand gesture which seems to be to tell the other to get out of the room, he gets the signal and nods and goes to move around Ross. Ross smirks, and as the man moves past him he blatantly steps on the mans foot, he raises his eyebrows and bobbles his head, his body language saying 'what're you going to do about it?' The P90 pauses and stares into him with his dark black goggles, reflecting Ross' eyes back at him. He looks down at his foot, and then looks back and Ross and then his commanding P90. He shakes his head and moves on away from Ross, disregarding him as if he were nothing.
He takes two steps away when Ross grabs his shoulder, spins him around, kicks him as hard as he can in the groin, the man and every other man winces in pain. The P90 buckles over and as he does Ross grabs his helmet and drives his knee to the face. The sound of his goggles breaking along with his nose seems to be louder than it should, most likely because everyone else in the room is dead silent, stunned by this action.
He drops to the ground his black cloth mask that wraps around his face starts to fill with blood, he spits and pulls at it, trying to keep it from seeping into his mouth. Ross' protector the P90 who had been giving instructions runs over to his fallen comrade, the man he had just earlier knocked to the ground. The rest of the guards grab their guns, and take aim at the members of the room. Instead of drawing his P90 automatic weapon, the man who had just earlier saved Ross draws a 9mm pistol on him and keeps it aimed at him as he assists the man on the ground.
Ross puts his hands in the air, the group has grown accustomed to the P90 rifles. They know that those shoot rubber bullets to keep them at bay but a 9mm handgun is different, its not shooting rubber bullets its intent is to kill, not maim. The P90 lead helps the other man up from the floor and pulls his mask down off of his face, releasing his mouth and letting him breathe but he's also exposed his skin, the first time we've seen a P90s face. He hands him a cloth from his pocket in which the other man wipes away the blood from his mouth. The lead takes back his cloth, points the 9mm at the guard with the broken nose and fires a shot into his head. The room screams as the P90 drops to the floor his brains and pieces of his skull dripping off of Ross' shirt.
The lead uses his hand signals again, calling another guard over to his side to assist with the dead body, his gun back aimed at Ross. Another P90 runs up, bends down to pick up the now dead guard and drag him off. As he bends over the lead guard grips the back of his helmet, tips it off and before the man bending over could even straighten up, he gets a gunshot to the back of the skull. His head explodes and more blood and horror are splattered across Ross.
The lead then walks across the room about 20ft away, everyone screaming and crying confused as to what the Hell is going on, he points the gun at an older Hispanic man named Paco, an artist, he fires the gun and kills Paco with a shot to the head. He walks back across the room, everyone screaming and crying louder, he walks up to Ross, pulls down the mask on his face and speaks. "That one might not be ON YOU, but it's definitely on you." He puts his mask back up and walks away, signaling the others to join him.
Cipher on the monitor sighs, "I did have other plans for the day, but this seems as good as any. We'll leave the bodies with you for today, think about what you did, what YOU did Ross. Enjoy day 64."
The monitor goes off, and Ross stands there panting, shocked as to what had just happened pieces of P90 head and blood still dripping from him. He feels a hand on his shoulder. "Dude." Dalton looks at him. "You okay?" His eyes widen and he swear he tastes copper in his mouth, just before he passes out and hits the floor.
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