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?”