Conners usually was one for keeping a tight reign on his dark impulses; so cold and withdrawn, he barely made a move without considering things from all sides. But tonight was his night. His night to let himself off the chain. His night to be free to play and punish the bad man who needed to be killed. Twitch wasn't wrong when she made the crack about him going for the hard core berserker tonight. Standing between Dig and his target was a dozen or two highly skilled bodyguards, all armed with heavy gear as well. So dosing up with the chems was what Riley needed to do. What he would do, despite the fact that every time he used that dangerous combination of drugs it more than likely was shaving years off his life. After all the physical strain it put on his body and heart...it was a toll that would inevitably come at quite the steep price to be sure. It didn't matter if he used the Clean Slate or not.
Just injecting the Zerk alone was like play Russian roulette with a fully loaded gun. But adding the rest of the narcotics into the mix all but ensured that the cop would never live to a ripe old age. Still none of that mattered to the broken man. No, all that he cared about was having his fun, and making sure that the child predator inside that mansion wasn't long for this world as well. Despite the overwhelming urge to move, to kill, Conners remained still as a statue right there by the side of the car. Waiting for her. Waiting for the hacker to complete her task before the monster within was let off it's chain.
When Twitch's voice was heard aloud, and the countdown was given, the cop was already shaking with wicked glee. Yet the second the lights went out Dig quickly dosed himself with each vial. When the pill was downed as well he put his helmet on at last, and without saying a word the corrupt cop was on the move.
Cloaked in the darkness Digger disappeared; the lingering silence penetrated by the intermittent sounds of horrific screams and gunfire too. For nearly ten minutes both sounds echoed out across the landscape, the flash of muzzle fire the only brief source of light seen inside the mansion on and off. Still as quickly as the firefight and screaming had started it ended as well. One minute becoming five, and five becoming ten. Yet at last the hulking combat armor clad figure slowly strolled towards the cruiser; blood dripping across that metal frame, dents and signs of high caliber weapon fire seen denting the armor as well. Cradled against his chest, and supported with one hand, rested a small child wrapped in a tattered blanket. Dragging behind Dig as well was a duffel bag too. One that seemed to squirm with movement from inside that large bag, and the sound of soft muffled sobbing could be heard as well. Without paying the bag any mind at all the cop just tossed it against the side of the cruiser; the thud and impact enough to stifle the sobs for a moment too.
No the bag, and it's contents, didn't matter just then. All his focus seemed to be on the small boy he held as gently as possible despite how badly Digger's whole body seemed to be shaking just then. Without saying a thing the cop carefully handed the child, no older than four or five, to the hacker in the front passenger seat. And when the kid was safe the cop stumbled a half step back. Dropping to a knee his cracked helmet was wrench free and tossed aside. Blood seen dripping from Riley's nose, and his eyes were wide and bloodshot as well. With trembling fingers the man strained to get his dose of Clean Slate free from it's pouch, but when it was used at last he let out a soft sigh of relief...only to groan in pain as he vomited up a bit of blood.
When the detox finally kicked in, and his shaking stopped at last Conners managed to make it back up to his own two feet. A look of utter exhaustion etched across his face as the man began to gingerly remove the damaged armor piece by piece. When he was done at last Dig leaned against the side of the cop car and finally turned his gaze back to Twitch and the little kid in her arms. With a nod of his head the man gestured to the pack of mint flavored Nico-sticks sitting on the dash.