...the blood on it didn't much bother Clif, he'd seen worse than crusted bits of red on things that he stole. It was the suggestion of an interrogation that worried him. Perhaps he'd have to find Dervin to see if he could recover anything more from the memory banks. So, the dark man had dropped a message about aprehending Clif, had he?
"Well, I ain' gonna make it easy on him," Clif growled under his breath. He hadn't brought any weaponry with him, but a Rogue didn' survive this long without at least some ability to improvise. He held the chair next to him and kicked out one of the legs. He hefted it and smiled.
"Now le's see if this boyo can catch me when his brains are spilt on'a floor."
He stood and started walking towards the man in black.
