"If he wanted the easy way out, he would've hung himself on the bed frame by the scraps of his pajamas like the other stiffs done. Trust me Sinclair, we ain't breakin' this bronco."
The sharp, crisp strike of a freshly lit match filled what would have been crippling silence for the business tycoon. Pallid, dim light was shortly accompanied by a small warm glow in the penitentiary's central office. The ghostly tail of cigar smoke swirled patiently in front of his face, the way a snake's would when gauging an opponent before striking. After a moment, a smile carved its way into the southern gentleman's terse face. It hardly matched the blank stare boring into his subordinate reporter.
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves now. I dare say that there pessimism might've leached into ya from workin' down in Solitary. Now, you and the lab boys tell me he's some sort of genetic miracle. Like...mother nature went in guns a' blazin' and spliced herself a Superman into the poor sucker."
"Yeah. Apparently the guy was ex-Navy, one of those young warbirds that done too much; took a turn in his career to break swimming and diving records in his sleep."
Sinclair futzed with the fresh medical records splayed out on his desk. He wasn't sure how he'd domesticate the celebrity adventurer, best prepare him for "volunteering" at Fontaine Futuristics. The sedatives weren't working well. Only parts of him would fall asleep at once, and the son of a bitch still managed to bite and kick when he could. It took three men to haul him into high security. He was 200 pounds of muscle packed in a 6 foot 2 frame with no medical complications. Only one doctor's note spoke of the celebrity turned hostage: Extremely stubborn.
"Being that Mr. Topside's backside been kicked out of the frying pan and into the fire, I think it's time dear Persephone's best psychiatrist gave him some good company. I'll bet he's lonely and damn upset on account of Ryan's convictions."
He pacified himself on the tobacco, and turned from the medical documents to face the watery windows.
" Let's bring in Lil' Bo Peep. You can't catch bees with vinegar, son."