The caged guard leaps over to the cell door, and with keycard in hand, reaches his arm out between the cell bars, towards the lock. But then, without a sound, a dry, chalky white skinned hand reaches out and grasps the keycard. Both guards look at the Wax-Man, now standing right next to the imprisoned guard.

Melted plastic oozes out between the Wax-Man’s fingers. His keycard now destroyed, the trapped guard pulls his arm back into the cell, shifting his body to square off against the Wax-Man. He takes a swings, but with surprising agility, the Wax-Man ducks the punch, and grabs the guard’s thick armored wrist instead. The guard, terrified, once more looks to his partner outside the cell.