<hr/><div align="center"><strong>Group 1</strong></div><hr/><br/>Time passes for those behind bars and plastic walls, the night rolls on. Down the hall, unseen by those within cells, the clock read 11:18. A little earlier on, the sound of officers trudging down the stairs and the banging of metal doors in the locker room could be heard shortly followed by a round of hearty farewells and friendly claps on the shoulder. As the night shift -- made up of a scant handful of yawning cops nursing steaming styrofoam cups of watered down coffee -- took over, quiet slowly resumed.<br/><br/>Those unfortunate enough to find themselves within cells were left to once again dwell on their own thoughts. By now, Sam's wound had stopped bleeding as a different kind of irritation took over -- the occasional itch of healing. Alice's ankle, while no longer swollen, was still tender to the touch.  The mood was gloomy to say the least, and with the newly added William to the ranks of those up shit’s creek, despite his distance from everyone else, the surroundings seemed more crowded. Yet perhaps there was a slight twinge of envy as the teenage rebel lounged in his cell without worry of sharing his space. The tap of shoes slowly approached the cells and soon that feeling of claustrophobia was made worse by a guard, a very particular guard.<br/><br/>The familiar face of the handsome officer that had removed Winter earlier stood before the reinforced glass again, sardonic smile plastered in place as cold eyes scanned over the miserable faces within. While obviously off duty, he was no longer dressed in the smart blues of the NYPD but wore the black of security. Embroidered along his lapel in gold thread was the single word<em>Eden</em>in scripted italics. The look in the man's eyes seemed to be those of one who enjoyed tormenting the helpless. If anything, he seemed a much more fitting candidate for a crazed psychopath than the others seated in the crowded cell.<br/><br/>Where his eyes landed, a chill seemed to go up the spine of the person he scrutinized. There certainly weren't any good intentions forming in his mind. Eyes flicking down to the untouched bread and water, he smirked. "Decided to enjoy your meal with that girl? So sweet and considerate of you all. Too bad she won't be coming back to join you. Sexy lil' thing like that..." Again, his eyes went around the group, lingering a moment longer on the women, specifically on Kenzie...or was that her imagination? "Don't you all worry though," as he spoke, his words seemed aimed directly at Alice, "pretty girl like that'll receive plenty of tender love and attention. Right now she's probably enjoying her own private room with pristine white sheets." A pause, and then a slow smile. "Or she's paying the price." What that price was, he made no intention of revealing specifics.<br/><br/>"Just a shame I didn't get to play with her before she was taken away." Tongue darting out to lick his lips, his sneer curled up into a satisfied grin even as he nearly shivered with relish at a beautiful memory. "Ahh, but her screams..." His eyes, darkened with lust, practically fluttered shut in delight. "Even through the speaker box they were lovely." This time, his almost dreamy smile seemed directed towards Sam. "Heard you used to be a cop. You know what I'm talking about, right? Bet you would've liked to have heard it too, huh? Though I doubt you could've heard it from here." A light chuckle, the memory seemed to have put him in a particularly good mood.<br/><br/>Tsking smugly, his tone was light and teasing. "Ahh, don't give me that look. You'll be having a touching reunion soon enough...some sooner than others." Again, his eyes went back to linger on Kenzie. "And this time I'll make sure to get a taste first." The sneer had returned to his face, and with a mock salute to Sam and a friendly wave to the others, he turned on his heel and left. Whistling a merry tune, it seemed as if his interest in the group and his side visits to them were simply everyday business.<br/><br/>Save for the sound of a television playing down the hall from the guard's desk, the prisoners were left to their own thoughts. Eventually quiet resumed as the night shift took over and readied themselves for yet another uneventful night...or so they thought.