“You have two minutes. I will return with pliers. Decide if you would like to begin with the left or right hand, scum.” The doors slammed shut. Isoko left with the steady, trademark march of an officer. He had supplies to get, and no qualms against using them.

Everything in place as it should be, the ring upon his left middle finger tapping against his belt. Oh, how he was ready to crush those fingers. Or to shut that.. thing- up in any way possible. Isoko was just sure of one thing.. it would be so very satisfying, it would.