Well. Nobody said anything about making a clean getaway. Sinclair pushes down the sick wrenching in his stomach and smiles back, opting not to take a look at whatever's left of the girl.
He knows what ADAM does. Maybe he didn't spend time in the lab with it like the scientists up at Fontaine Futuristics, but he's seen it before. He's bribed inmates with it, used it as a bargaining chip when he needs information or anything else. And he's stood there and watched them take it, seen the relief, the euphoria. He's familiar with all of it.
But still.
...It doesn't matter, they need to get going, find a place to rest although at this point Jack probably has all the energy in the world.
"Alright then, let's pick up that plasmid and get a move on," he says, with just the smallest waver in his voice. He clears his throat to cover it up and grins a little wider.
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He knows what ADAM does. Maybe he didn't spend time in the lab with it like the scientists up at Fontaine Futuristics, but he's seen it before. He's bribed inmates with it, used it as a bargaining chip when he needs information or anything else. And he's stood there and watched them take it, seen the relief, the euphoria. He's familiar with all of it.
But still.
...It doesn't matter, they need to get going, find a place to rest although at this point Jack probably has all the energy in the world.
"Alright then, let's pick up that plasmid and get a move on," he says, with just the smallest waver in his voice. He clears his throat to cover it up and grins a little wider.