Re: Part 2!
Ghost had gotten nervous. Well...more nervous. The man interrogating him had a vial of something Ghost was pretty sure was the supressing serum. There was a syringe too but it was sitting on the table and still capped. The man had begun some overly calm threat over the alarm, doing his best to ignore it while leaning in close to threaten Ghost. Of course when the gunfire was too close to ignore, the man looked away. And Ghost seized the opening. Justin decked the man as hard as he could.
The teen kept moving, pushing past the This fucking hurts! feeling shooting through his whole body. He scooped the knife that had been used on him off the table as the man lunged at him. Ghost took another hit before he did something that scared the hell out of himself for doing it. He shoved the man and once the guy was braced on the table...Ghost reared back and stabbed the knife right into his hand and even into the crappy metal table.
Ghost stumbled back, staring in shock. "I...oh fuck...sorry...I wait," he babbled before hauling off and punching the guy again. He glanced towards the mirror, wondering why he wasn't full of bullet holes by now but figured the noise outside had something to do with it. He scooped the vial off the table and stuffed it into a jumpsuit pocket before he moved towards the door. "Oh please...whoever the fuck is listening up there let those guys out there be on my side..." he muttered about halfway there.