"I need to see Armand," [Bourne said, and it was odd to hear his businesslike, almost brusque tone coming from this petite girl. Right now he could give a damn about hurt feelings. They were warden and inmate; they didn't have to be friends, although that would certainly make his life easier.
He stumbled backwards a little bit with the push, and he had to remind himself that he wasn't quite as strong as he usually was right now. He stood up straight, arms by his sides but not quite relaxed, ready to deal with any trouble.] "As his warden, I have the duty to check up on him if I suspect trouble or harm has come to him, and these circumstances fit the bill. He's stopped voice-posting, claiming someone new was visiting him - after switching to written replies - and you've claimed that he's feeling ill. This story reeks of a cover-up. Either you've hurt him..." [The warden paused. The look on the woman's face, that haughty scowl, was one he'd seen before.] "...or the flood waters caught up to you a little late, Armand."
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Date: 2010-03-09 05:16 am (UTC)He stumbled backwards a little bit with the push, and he had to remind himself that he wasn't quite as strong as he usually was right now. He stood up straight, arms by his sides but not quite relaxed, ready to deal with any trouble.] "As his warden, I have the duty to check up on him if I suspect trouble or harm has come to him, and these circumstances fit the bill. He's stopped voice-posting, claiming someone new was visiting him - after switching to written replies - and you've claimed that he's feeling ill. This story reeks of a cover-up. Either you've hurt him..." [The warden paused. The look on the woman's face, that haughty scowl, was one he'd seen before.] "...or the flood waters caught up to you a little late, Armand."