The building had been built and set up a little faster than the ground floor of the ‘Bunker’. It was built with two hallways, each lined with cells that looked to be glass or plexiglass with steel framing and wire mesh laid into the transparent material. There was room for maybe twenty prisoners, but walls had been folded back and things stowed to the side in compact form. It meant the four prisoners on the side we could see had cells with no adjoining cells. They were perpetually watched from two or three sides by capes and officers.

These would be people being held for processing or questioning. To a degree, the restraints and watching wasn’t as necessary as they might otherwise be. There were a lot of capes present on this world, and the only way out was both guarded and required the right means of getting the portal open.

Through the clear exterior wall at the front of the building, with only slight blurring because of the wiring, I could see Love Lost. She was bound with arms in a modified black straightjacket with ‘Villain’ down the right arm and at the left thigh where the skirt of it hung down, a hoop of a collar very loose around her neck, to the point there were a good three inches separating it from contact at any point. A simpler, stainless steel version of the molded mask that had covered her face, with no decoration except for a blinking light right around where the right corner of her mouth would be, and a hole where the left corner would be. A plastic table sat to her right, with a few things on it, one of which was a plastic shake bottle with a straw built into it.

She leaned forward to find the straw and maneuvered her head to slide the straw into the hole in her mask. Whatever she was drinking, it looked thick, and creamy-green.

Gundeck and Solarstare were sitting where they could monitor her.

“Did you talk to them last night?” I asked.

“No,” Rain said. “No. My night, and then we were all there. Cradle, Love Lost, and Colt. I tried to talk and nobody was really up for it. Cradle didn’t move from where he woke up. Love Lost paced and ignored me. Colt made small talk but only if I pushed for it. If I didn’t push there was silence, and I didn’t push. The tokens dropped and nobody really bothered with them.”

“Has it been like this every night?”

“No. There were times I talked more with Colt. There was a time where she didn’t even seem to get it, like none of this mattered or she didn’t realize how much trouble she was in. She talked to me until Love Lost got annoyed with her. Then she seemed to clue in, about a week ago, did this silence thing. When she talked to me again, it was to ask me to talk to her parents and see if they’d go to her trial.”