Prison

Down cold concrete hallways, fast, because that’s how they walk. LeMarque flips through the dossier. “Where is he?”

Around a corner into another bare hallway. “Well,” Mathieu swallows, “we put him in a regular cell, but he, um, burst the walls. We’ve put him through zero gravity, heavy grav, the shark tank, sense dep, a binding circle -”

“None of them worked.”

“No. We had to mix them all.”

Through a heavy metal door, and there he is, suspended by chains. Electronics whirr and beep, and arcane energies crackle.

Grath lifts his head. “Hey. Any chance I could get a sandwich?”

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