Darrell slammed his fist against the thick metallic wall of the cell in frustration. His voice rang through the otherwise silent chamber, sharp and charged.
"What the fuck is going on?" he demanded, turning to face Adrian with narrowed eyes.
Adrian, seated on the cold bench in the corner, looked up with a tired expression. He exhaled and shrugged slightly, though the tension in his shoulders betrayed his calm tone. "How am I supposed to know? I'm just as locked up as you are."
Darrell paced once, then turned back around. "Where is Boss?"
Adrian rubbed his hand over his face and let out a low groan. "I'm not sure. Modi led him inside, then came back and signaled the guards to lock me up. When I asked why he was doing that, he told me to cooperate and that when they're done, they'll let me go. I didn't expect to have company in here so soon."
His eyes narrowed slightly as he tilted his head at Darrell. "What are you doing here? You were supposed to be at the house."
