"I'll tell you a secret," he said, having roped around the shackles. Sections of the plexiglass opened, though it appears to be all manual -- Chilton did not have the budget for something purely electronically operated. Not yet, anyway.
"When I returned, after -- when I had come back from Baltimore, my power set had switched around. This sedative?" Chilton indicated the syringe. "Is mine. Biologically speaking."
He strolled around the containment center, opening the windows within the plexiglass, for access. There were seven in all, spaced evenly at five feet from the floor. The windows themselves were rectangular slits, four inches in height and a foot across -- just enough room to fit in a prod, or a long needle. Chilton locked Connors in the cage, from the outside.
"I was hoping this would be sufficient in provoking you," he said, holding up the prod. Chilton squeezed the handle, making the length sizzle with electricity. "For your transformation."
just the way chilton likes it
"When I returned, after -- when I had come back from Baltimore, my power set had switched around. This sedative?" Chilton indicated the syringe. "Is mine. Biologically speaking."
He strolled around the containment center, opening the windows within the plexiglass, for access. There were seven in all, spaced evenly at five feet from the floor. The windows themselves were rectangular slits, four inches in height and a foot across -- just enough room to fit in a prod, or a long needle. Chilton locked Connors in the cage, from the outside.
"I was hoping this would be sufficient in provoking you," he said, holding up the prod. Chilton squeezed the handle, making the length sizzle with electricity. "For your transformation."