[Ninety Seventh Case] : [Accidental Video]
[The video comes on accompanied by a very loud CRASH, and the view is skewed the second it turns on. The reason? A table (among other things) has been knocked over and sent Greg's D-Comm flying, causing it to turn on. The view makes it difficult to see what's going on, but two sets of feet can be seen - first Greg's, backing up, and Nick's approaching him. Nick, however, is being strangely silent. It's Greg and Goma that are being loud.]
-not going anywhere until you tell me what the hell is going on!
Something's not right, dude!
Gee, you think?! Come on, Nick! Knock it off! Tell me where you're going!
[Their feet move out of frame, but the noises continue. Something nearby shatters, a scuffle starts, Greg grunting and crying out.]
Let go of me! LET GO!
Greg!
Goma, get Fai-- [CRACK!] SHIT!
HOLY HELL! Why'd you hit him, man?!
Goddamint, Nick, that hurt! What the hell?!
[Nick doesn't answer. There's a few more seconds of struggling until both Goma and Greg yelp loudly, followed by a door slamming closed. There's the scrape of a kitchen chair, a dull thud, footsteps and another door opening and closing.
After that the apartment is still and quiet, but several minutes pass before their voices can be heard from the closet, muffled.]
... heheh... he locked you in a clos--
Don't. Don't even start.
[the closet door rattles loudly several times as Greg tries to slam his shoulder in to it in hopes of breaking it open, but to no avail.]
Now what, genius?
Start yellin'. The second we get outta here we gotta go find Nick and find out what the fuck is going on...
[Greg has no idea his comm is on, but anyone near the Sanders apartment will also hear the pair screaming for some one to let them out while they pound on the closet door loudly.]
-not going anywhere until you tell me what the hell is going on!
Something's not right, dude!
Gee, you think?! Come on, Nick! Knock it off! Tell me where you're going!
[Their feet move out of frame, but the noises continue. Something nearby shatters, a scuffle starts, Greg grunting and crying out.]
Let go of me! LET GO!
Greg!
Goma, get Fai-- [CRACK!] SHIT!
HOLY HELL! Why'd you hit him, man?!
Goddamint, Nick, that hurt! What the hell?!
[Nick doesn't answer. There's a few more seconds of struggling until both Goma and Greg yelp loudly, followed by a door slamming closed. There's the scrape of a kitchen chair, a dull thud, footsteps and another door opening and closing.
After that the apartment is still and quiet, but several minutes pass before their voices can be heard from the closet, muffled.]
... heheh... he locked you in a clos--
Don't. Don't even start.
[the closet door rattles loudly several times as Greg tries to slam his shoulder in to it in hopes of breaking it open, but to no avail.]
Now what, genius?
Start yellin'. The second we get outta here we gotta go find Nick and find out what the fuck is going on...
[Greg has no idea his comm is on, but anyone near the Sanders apartment will also hear the pair screaming for some one to let them out while they pound on the closet door loudly.]