The door opened with a hiss, followed by the heavy steps of someone who refused to be cowed by the place he was walking into. Killian Sergie entered, wrists restrained by glowing laser cuffs that pulsed with soft blue light. These restrictions were this light only because he hadn't been formally charged yet.
And yet Killian looked… remarkably calm for someone who had just spent several hours in captivity. His gaze swept the room once, and when his eyes landed on Keaton, something in his face twisted.
"You." His voice cracked like a low growl. "How dare you—"
The guard shoved Killian down into the metal chair, clipped the cuffs to the wall latch, and stepped out with a mechanical bow, giving them privacy.
The door sealed shut with a muted thud and silence.
Keaton didn't move at first, letting Killian calm down first. Then he leaned back in his chair, studying the man across from him.
