[ It was highly inappropriate ( like most of the other times ), but Diego was feeling, for once in a long time, close to happy. Of course, he's too old for dopey smug smiles, but he's considerably more relaxed.

He sits on the bed, smoothing out his wrinkled tie and his slacks. ]

It's someone's sick game of life and death and treachery. About half of the people here are actually convicts.

Still, when it comes to who's getting picked tonight, I've only got one person in mind.