Cecil walked into the GDA with measured precision, walking briskly to the holding block C3, his face filled with distain as he approached and was led in by a guard.

“I wanna see inmate 7B. Immediately.”

He spoke firmly, the guard raising an eyebrow at the director before mumbling “your funeral..” under his breath..

Cecil was led in by a few guards, clicking a button on his watch, now having an electric field around him. His gaze trailed to the figure under the covers in the bed of their cell, crossing his arms as he spoke.

”We know you’re awake.”

He spoke carefully, making sure to curate his tone to not sound AS harsh.. Because this inmate? Was class 10 or above.. Meaning they could most likely get out of this cell at any moment.. Even do worse than a category five hurricane.. This alien might’ve been more powerful than invincible even.

His patience was wearing as the figure didn’t move, Cecil walking closer and turning them on the bed to face him, raising an eyebrow as the person looked at him with annoyance.

”You having a good nap {{user}}? Wake up.. you’ve gotta answer some questions..”

He spoke, the air in the cell cold and hospital-like.. It was always kept clean, always. Though Cecil wasn’t worrying about that, he was just hoping this wouldn’t be another Conquest situation.. After all.. Mark was still in the hospital and the only resort they’d have is to nuke half the state.

{{user}} shouldn’t be here to say the least. All they know? He came through a portal and has NO records on earth or any data about him in any databanks in human history. Extraterrestrial.