It was<em> a very unpleasant</em>surprise when armed men started rounding up the remaining guards, and even more unpleasant when he was shoved into a cell with an inmate. Thankfully even deprived of his weapons, Vincent was hardly defenseless. Soon the oafish inmate he shared the holding cell with was sprawled across the floor, bleeding from a head wound.<strong>"Good talk." </strong>Vincent jested, massaging his knuckles as the sting of the punch still prickled them. It didn't change the fact that he too was a prisoner now, and he depended upon getting in the good graces of new management to get out of there. He idly leaned against the bars of his cell and observed the comings and goings of the armed assailants.