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Drath watches with mild amusement as two of his men bring Daniel into the room. The boy's fighting spirit had dwindled somewhat -- though how much of it was probaby drugs Drath didn't have to guess. "Comfortable?"
Daniel scowls up at him.
Drath only smirks as one of the minions presses down on Daniel's shoulder and forces him down into a chair. Daniel complies easily, looking too tired to really try and fight that part.
Drath whirls, motioning toward the wall -- which flickers suddenly, and upon it appears a clear television image of Spike, unconscious, on a cot in a cell.
"Dad!" Daniel cries suddenly, struggling to get up against the guards' grip. "Let him go, I'm the one you want, remember?!"
The mobster doesn't reply, strolling out of the room rather cooly and securing the door behind him. Nearby, at his desk, he watches the Ambassador from a wall of security monitors as he begins to arrive back into the waking world.
Daniel scowls up at him.
Drath only smirks as one of the minions presses down on Daniel's shoulder and forces him down into a chair. Daniel complies easily, looking too tired to really try and fight that part.
Drath whirls, motioning toward the wall -- which flickers suddenly, and upon it appears a clear television image of Spike, unconscious, on a cot in a cell.
"Dad!" Daniel cries suddenly, struggling to get up against the guards' grip. "Let him go, I'm the one you want, remember?!"
The mobster doesn't reply, strolling out of the room rather cooly and securing the door behind him. Nearby, at his desk, he watches the Ambassador from a wall of security monitors as he begins to arrive back into the waking world.