What does Art do to Bailey?
A bevy of things.
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Art got off of the bike. For a moment, he stared at Bailey, weighing his options. Then, he knew exactly what he would do. Kneeling down, the admin panel still wrapped like a glove around his hand, Art began to tie his shoe. He listened to see if Bailey tried to run. The sound of clanging trashcans told him that he tried just that.
"Can't even let me tie my shoe," Art said. He flicked his gloved hand forward, index and middle fingers pointing together. The bike revved as if on its own and flew across the ground, pinning Bailey to the wall in the process.
His shoe tied, Art stood up and flexed his gloved hand. The bike transformed before Bailey's eyes into manacles and chains now forcing him against the wall itself. He could no longer move at all, whatever small amount of movement he'd had while pinned by the bike gone entirely.
"So, let's do it again, I guess." Art smiled to the would-be bomber. "You're gonna tell me about that big, damn dust cloud or it'll be a bad time for you." On the horizon, the green dust column had grown to such a height and size that it was more like a green mushroom cloud than anything else.
"I don't know anything about that. I didn't
do that. I came to stop that from happening. Hell, I only got here
today!"
"Well now we both know you're lying." Art made a move to press his gloved hand against Bailey's head, ready to ban him if necessary. "Suspensions don't have to hurt if you don't want them to. I can't help how bans feel though. Tell me the truth." The glove began to glow bright and hot.
"I
am telling you the truth! I'm only here to stop that woman! There's still time to fix this, you just have to let me go!"
"What woman?"
"Let me go and you'll find out."
Art raised his hand and...
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Let Bailey Go
Suspended Bailey
Banned Bailey
Custom Option
Trying a different choice lay out.