Terrence grunted and blinked his eyes.  He had just nodded off when the rather annoying clank of a baton upon metal bars rang through the cell.  He sat up just in time to see Slade walking off with another prisoner in tow.  Without much haste, he stood, rubbing his eyes for a moment.  Young grabbed his belongings and strolled out of the cell to follow the annoying bastard.<br/><br/>He realized that it wasn't Slade's fault he was being reassigned, but he had no one to unload his frustration upon at the moment.  The man followed a moderate distance behind while staring daggers into the man's back.  If looks could have killed...or at least wounded, Slade would have surely been so.<br/><br/>He recognized the other prisoner following Slade.  It was Charles Donovan, a rather tall and lanky man.  He stood nearly a foot taller than Terrence which in itself was a bit intimidating.  That being said, his rather nonchalant attitude was known all too well even with the short time the man had been there.  He had been to solitary two...three times.  Terrence didn't keep track, but he knew that he made trouble for the guards.  All the better though.  At least they would be busy with more important matters to notice anything illicit he would be doing.<br/><br/>Once they approached their new cells, Slade directed them in.  Terrence walked into his cell but not before giving the guard a rather piercing sideways glance.  He threw his belongings on the bed before turning back to the guard, giving a completely fake smile.  "Thanks, Mister Slade."  He said in his most mocking jovial voice before rolling his eyes.