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The janitor nods profusely and rolls his mop bucket into the cell.
What are you just standing there for, stupid. Clean up that mess, before Regulus takes it out on your hide.
The guards shrug it off and get back to it. Each one takes a set of legs, dragging the teens out of the cell on their backs. As they do, they pass the carrot-topped janitor in the orange jumpsuit, who is waiting to enter the cell.
Think that one’s going to require a bit more hands-on effort to either get him settled in or put down. It will be fun to see which.
Regulus slips the device back into a pocket. When he speaks again, it is to no one in particular.
Then the agonizing scream wails out again in the distance, startling all three of them. Regulus regains his composure and barks another order into his walkie.
Yeah, tell the cook to prepare steaks for Bloodhound and his bride tonight. They earned their treat for bringing me these fine new additions to the cause.