The two men stop in front of your cell. "There's someone in there," the American says. "They look young," the Russian responds.
You cower in the corner as they unlock the door. The men enter, one bald with sunglasses, the other had an eye patch and longer hair. The man with the eye patch kneels down in front of you. "Don't worry. We aren't going to hurt you. Weaver's Russian accent was sharp but you find it strangely calming. Weaver holds his hand out towards you.