Rayna fought to hold back a smile when the guard pulled her around to face him. "Cute." Was his only comment, as he pushed her towards the other guards. Rayna paid less attention to them as she should have, instead focusing on who else was being held, and where they were being taken. She noticed a few particularly outspoken Arkham protesters, and felt a perverse hope that she would be placed with them. She was almost certain they'd be thrown into the prison to keep them quiet.<br/><br/>"Take them through the secondary entrance." One guard commanded, his hand up by his ear, as if he were listening to a radio transmission. Rayna heard a distant protest, and recognized the voice as that of a junior reporter from one of the local television stations. "What? You can't put us in there! There're, like, convicts and crazies in there!" Oh yes, how eloquent. There was another reason Rayna had chosen to report the news through the written word. The colleagues were much brighter over at the<span style="font-style: italic">Times</span>.<br/><br/>Rayna didn't protest, as she easily saw what was the outcome of that was when the protesting reporter was knocked out with the butt of one of the guard's rifles. She walked along quietly, following the slightly skewed line of prisoners through a heavy concrete door. The guard was still holding onto her arm, twisting it at times, as if to ensure that she was complacent. Rayna did nothing but cooperate, her eyes darting around as she took in more information.<br/><br/>"Don't think that playing nicely will get you set free. We can't have anyone go squealing to Vicki Vale about how 'poor little me got thrown in with the baddies.' One guard spoke as the last of the five or so political prisoners were brought into a holding area.<br/><br/>"Too bad we didn't get her, thought. Strange'd probably give us all a holiday." A tall, dark-haired guard mused, pushing the door shut.<br/><br/>"No, she's too high-profile. People'd notice." The guard holding Rayna pushed her into a corner where the other guards had gathered their prisoners.<br/><br/>"Like people won't notice Wayne? Why'd Strange take him if he was worried about high profile?" The dark-haired guard argued. "He got a plan or something?"<br/><br/>"Quiet." A different guard, this one distinguishable by a very noticeable scar on his cheek, interrupted. "Shut up and get these prisoners into the injection area. Not the prisoner yard, they deserve a fair fight." A few guards chuckled at his comment, but Rayna had no idea why. She watched as another door was open, this one leading into darkness. "You first, paper girl." The guard who had held her jerked his head towards the door. "Have fun."