As the van came to a halt, Christian heard the back doors fling open before he was pulled out and onto his feet. Rough hands pulled him over hot gravel until he heard a door open and his feet suddenly touched cool concrete.
They made their way down a set of stairs into a mass of corridors, and Christian was careful to remember how many steps he was taking in what directions. He ignored the chatter between his captors as he concentrated solely on this.
They eventually stopped and he heard heavy bolts being undone and the rattle of keys. He went over the directions in his head again before he heard the voice of Marshall Guffery in his right ear.
"Welcome to your home for the next week or so. We shall need to break you in, so to speak, so solitary confinement it is."
Christian hesitated. Well that didn't sound too bad.
He heard a heavy door creak as it opened, and he was shoved forward into the small room. As soon as he hit the back wall, he realised the the room wasn't much more than half a metre in depth. Spreading his leg to the side a little, he guessed it was only as wide as the door.
He felt someone lean in over him, clasping the knot in the tie around his neck and pulling it undone before removing the hood. He had to squint as he looked across to see Guffery's silhouette.
"See you in a few days."
The door was shut.