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The janitor nods profusely and rolls his mop bucket into the cell.

The armed guard gives the janitor a dumb look as he shuffles by.

The guards look over, but Regulus just turns and walks away.

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.

The two men nod and get to work, while Regulus speaks into a walkie-talkie.

Dressed in some type of military formal wear, various unidentifiable metals pinned to his lapel, Regulus gawks down at the unconscious Sunil and Abha, dressed in their matching yellow, singed, and dry powder covered outfits.

Before they can further discuss the matter, a small cylinder pops through the cell bars and clanks onto the floor, stopping near Sunil’s foot. Unwisely, he bends down for a closer inspection just as thick, noxious gas explodes out of the canister. Within seconds, he knees buckle and he collapses next to Abha. She starts

Abha’s hands burst into flames, shocking both of them. His shirt in her fists burns to ash, and his head drops back onto the thin mattress. He screams, watching fire dance across his bare chest. Abha reacts by grabbing the back of his head with one flaming hand, while slugging him in the face with

Abha slaps away his hand. She leaps up to her feet, knocking Sunil back in the process. She gives him another, harder, shove to the chest. He trips backwards, landing back into the cot with a hard thud. Before he knows it, she jumps on top of him. She digs an elbow into his midsection,