The doors of Solomon's containment cell hissed open, and two armored officers walked inside.
Solomon was done pretending to be asleep, as that tactic had failed to produce any useful results during the first meeting and only wasted his time. He sat up on the floor, rattling his chains slightly, and looked at the two officers.
"Where did the party clown go?" Solomon asked, casually referring to Chief Kurt.
The officers didn't say a single word. They grabbed him by the arms, hauled him to his feet, and gestured for him to follow them out of the cell.
Solomon glanced around the sterile corridors, watching the officers' backs as they marched him toward the heavy cargo elevator. 'They are most likely taking me to some secluded black-site facility or a hidden basement where they will try to torture a confession out of me,' Solomon thought to himself, feeling a surge of dark anticipation.
