Dominic grimaced at the violence in Pyro's actions, turning his gaze away from the melting visage of the FOH member. It wasn't as if he felt anything for Richie, the poor bastard. Or any of them. Fuck no. He just. . . he knew them. Worked with them. Ate with them. And had even slept with them, when the occasion presented itself.
He shoved past the 'captives' and the scene before him, going instead to retrieve the hand-held radio from the table where Richie had discarded it. He never held on to the damned thing no matter how many times he'd been reprimanded about it. With this, they'd be able to monitor the movements from security.
"The first dampener is down the hall. Cameras are wired to the monitors downstairs. The cells are down there too." He glanced down the hall, knowing they wouldn't be alone for very long. "Let's get this shit over with."