Blake took a long, slow sip from his snifter (a type of wine glass), relishing the taste, before turning back around to face the Lieutenant. The same Lieutenant from just the other day. "Thank you for delivering that message for me, Lieutenant." He smiled warmly at the man. "So... what is it that I get? How much is the government willing to pay for their capture or demise?"
The Lieutenant blinked, gulping before finally opening his mouth. "Uh... 10 Million... sir..." Blake raised an eyebrow. "10 Million? Does the Government really think that low of me? I say 500 Million, take it or leave it."
"What!? We're not made of money! Who the hell-" The Lieutenant began before a tentacle-like arm quickly wrapped around the Lieutenants neck, lifting him into the air as Julian stepped from the shadows. Blake smirked at the Lieutenant, watching his eyes go wide. "Who the hell do I think I am? Was that what you were going to ask me, Lieutenant?" He asked, taking another long sip from the snifter, the alcoholic contents swishing about inside. He got only a choke in response, as the man couldn't utter out a word. "No answer? Hm. Allow me to do that for you then." Blake's smirk turned into an evil curl as he leaned against his desk, staring the Lieutenant in the eyes. "...'Who do I think I am'? I'm the man with the gun pointed at the head of the world. I'm your worst enemy, and your most terrifying nightmare. I'm the one in control, and I'm sick of you." Blake turned away, taking another long sip as he raised his free hand and flicked his finger.
A loud 'CRACK' sounded behind Blake, followed by a thud on the ground. "Julian. I want you to take a message to the President of the United States."
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Shawn opened his eyes, his hazy vision slowly clearing. He'd already fallen asleep, damn... He hadn't slept at all last night. Just laid there, deep in thought. This was his first time getting some shut eye since they had broken out. But he couldn't allow himself to sleep yet. He had a post, and... Shawn let out a sigh. Who was he kidding? Most of these kids could handle an intruder better than he ever could. Maybe he should get some shuteye. Better to be wide awake when the time comes rather than half asleep. Letting out a sigh of defeat, Shawn stood, and walked into the living room, flopping onto the Couch, where he almost immediately fell asleep despite the heavy dust covering the couch, and the heavy, musty odor that lingered around it.