[h2][center][u][color=7ccd7c]Cade[/color][/u] Xx---------------------------xX[/center][/h2] Cade looked utterly confused by Samad’s actions. The blond’s head turned about and tried to keep Samad in his eyesight, failing when the Iranian walked away. His hand went to his wheelchair and tried to pull it back. It stopped about a fourth of the way and wouldn’t move anymore, stopped by the brake that Samad locked in place before he left. Cade frowned in frustration then tried to reach his arm back behind him in hopes to unlock the brake, but he only managed to brush it. Pulling back from his attempt, his ears caught Audrey hiss out her comment about him looking like shit. He froze in place. Cade gradually realized he had completely forgotten where he was and took stock of his surroundings. He appeared to be acting like an idiot in the present of both Audrey and a complete stranger, something that made him painfully aware of how he must look now. Namely with the vivid white patches where new skin was grafted, healed and eventually meld into his own natural color over sun exposure. For now, he had to deal with looking like that novel monster of Victor Frankenstein (which he assumed the author had accidently meet the bloodline once and survived, thus her inspiration for her book). Feeling both Audrey and her friend’s eyes on him, he gently reached up and touched his left face side. For the first time he felt the crinkling of healing flesh as evidence where the hole had once been. It made the nightmares more real than before. He shuddered and shook the anxiety away for now. Pushing it underneath his more cheerful demeanour, Cade tried to let the fact he had company distract him from the tension filling him after coming close to a near death experience. Cade, forced to up on his endeavour now, leaned back in his chair and gave her his best reassuring smile when her questions came pouring out. Namely those regarding his condition and the mission. [color=7ccd7c]“I’m fine, really. It looks worst than it really was,”[/color] Cade admitted honestly as he answered while he avoided the details, through he had a small suspicion that Audrey wouldn’t let it rest there. Part of him hoped he was wrong rather than right,[color=7ccd7c] “We were on a mission in Russia, actually. I had a bad encounter with a Rogue that was into manipulating metal, namely meat hooks, and a sadistic nature. I was a bit of an idiot for not checking my surroundings and walked into a trap. I’ve been back for about five days recovering in the fish tanks.”[/color] Thankfully, before any more questions were asked Audrey's friend interrupted. That’s when he fully realized he must’ve looked very crappy since she commented on him looking tired, a fact that wasn’t too far from the actual truth. When Audrey mentioned his partner, Cade piped up with his name,[color=7ccd7c]“Samad Armir, yeah. He’s… character really as you got a glimpse of.”[/color] Cade then frowned a moment when something occurred to him,[color=7ccd7c] “I’m surprised he didn’t toss me into the training grounds instead of the cafeteria and try to make me walking able to be honest… he appeared itching to do that really.”[/color] That’s when he heard the crackling shock of his bo staff go off. His head jerked about just to see three of the eight guys go down, Cade groaning at his partner’s casual attitude. Samad flashed him a brief smile as he seemed to wait for something. This caused some concern for the younger asylum as he turned to Audrey and Kayla,[color=7ccd7c] “He’s up to something… but I swear, he’s going to give me a heart attack before I [i]get[/i] the chance to grow old.”[/color] [hr] [h2][center][u][b][color=deba5e]Samad[/color][/b][/u] Xx---------------------------xX[/center][/h2] Still juggling Cade’s bo staff, the blood pressure medication, and his plate in one hand, Samad’s purposeful and methodical steps carried him toward the nearest table still intact on the fight’s outskirts. His other hand tapped the tile on his way through as it splashed the water briefly on his detour to avoid it. He did well to keep the medication hidden from sight and under the plate, the only way to know it was there was if someone noticed him take it from Cade. A plan curled into his mind as he recalled the events that lead up to this moment. The hidden clues of how to prevent it or at least placid the most violent of the individuals, but he needed to buy his time. First, he needed to even the numbers out without getting involved directly or using his alchemy. That was the tricky part. His free hand continued to grip his cane as he walked farther along, reaching the table where he paused. He set his cane upon the edge and shifted his hand to ‘assist’ his first, his thumb and forefinger already popped the cork off the archaic bottle that Cade preferred compared to modern medical ones. In a well practiced movement, he extended his blade into the glass and let it become soaked into the solution. Most people would’ve been confused at his request, much like Cade, but Samad had a deep reason why. For a healthy individual, some prescription blood pressure medications could create ‘stroke’ effects. Unless an Asylum had been seen being sliced by a poison tipped weapon, which many didn’t allow it to happen, AMRO rarely checked for foreign substances in the blood system when they put a subject in the fish tank. At least until a victim started to display a reaction and fail. By then, the damage depended on the quickness of the staff and those on duty. In a positive light, the intended victim be unable to function as well as he once did and AMRO might just cut their losses. At worst, he would live and only experience minor brain damage. Either way, the result would leave a lasting impression unlike Maeve’s crude tactics of beating the individual into a paste. As shown with his own partner, the fish tanks were effective at healing damn nearly anything that wasn’t severed and it was that fact Samad had taken into account when he wanted to put things to an end in the long term. His blade pulled back, a slight more modern design off of the punch dagger of his ancestors, and once more was hidden in his sleeve. He reached back with his hand and pulled the seat before he lowered into it. Samad pulled a napkin from the table’s dispenser then used it to wipe his cane bottom dry so he wouldn’t trip. While he did that, the smell of salt wafted up to his nostrils and his knowledge of science came rushing from his memories. Many people believe water was a conduit for electricity but that was completely false. Pure water was a perfect insulator as it didn’t have the ions required for the electrical energy to pass through, like lead and other conductive minerals. Salt water, however, was perfect for his intentions. A smile curled about Samad’s lips and it was one befitting the Persian Lion of old. Slowly he placed his cane upright and back while he casually ate, displeased with the lack of parsley in the kabob. For the most part, he acted like he didn’t care or waited for the authorities to come to break it up. In reality, he was waiting for the right moment. That came when Jonathan became involved. Slowly and casually, Samad pulled his partner’s collapsible bo staff then tilted it to the nearest water source on the ground. His eyes locked with both the celtic woman and man that Cade would describe as Real-life Rambo/Commando mix. [i][b][color=deba5e] ‘You both have until the count of three to get clear of the water or you’ll become victims of what I’m about to do. One… two...three...’[/color][/b][/i] Samad warned Maeve and Jonathan, both who seemed to be outnumbered, as his thumb pressed the hidden trigger on Cade’s bo staff. In moments it extended underneath the table and the tip made contact with the water only a foot from him. He pressed again causing electricity, nearly that of a high voltage taser, to surge and electrify anyone within it. Jonathan and Maeve promptly rushed clear as he held it there until the charge was down to half causing him to promptly retract it. About three Asylums, the two fighting Jonathan and the one confronting Maeve, dropped immediately onto the still buzzing water and out cold. Without a single reaction, Samad retracted the bo staff as he placed the tube at his waist. He continued to eat, flashing Cade a knowing smile, while he waited for the next stage which wouldn’t happen until the authorities broke this mess up.