There he sits, wrists shackled to the wall. His head is down, face hidden partially by his hair. His body is covered with a light sheen of sweat, residue of the last interrogation. "Ace!" You cry, running to the bars. He opens his eyes, almost smiling before his expression shifts to one of horror. "{{user}}..?" You aren't supposed to be here." His eyes dart to the outside of the cell, listening for the marine guards posted around his cell. "You need to leave. Now."