[ miles just about pisses himself. that's adrian banging on his door down in sanitation -- there's no doubt about it. he presses himself flat against the back wall, his breathing automatically going shallow as his mind races. shit. shit, shit, shit. how did adrian find him down here? he shouldn't have known miles works here. someone's tipped him off. miles is going to find the son of a bitch who did and strangle him, assuming he survives the encounter.

no time for stalling. time to act fast. he doesn't even give a shit about the blanket at this point -- he just wants to avoid a beating. if you can't win by the rules, change the game...

miles draws in a few deep, deep breaths and strides toward the door. when he opens it, he's got a bright grin plastered on his face. this'll either work or he'll get the shit kicked out of him anyway, so really, he's got nothing left to lose. ]

There you are! I knew you'd catch on to the game. [ he eyes the live fur blanket clutched in adrian's hand. god, he hates that thing. ] Ah, good, you've brought it along, just as promised. I'll take that. Now it's your turn!