Back at Fortress Four, the sky grew darker as the sun slowly vanished bit by bit behind a thick wall of clouds. The air carried the quiet warning of an approaching disaster, but Hades paid it no mind.
He pushed open the door to the prison reception office and stepped inside. His gaze swept across the room with calm precision until it finally settled on Carson and Dominic.
"Mr. Quinn, is there something we can help you with?" Mayor Townsend was quick to approach him, with a smile too eager to please.
"Not you Townsend." He replied.
Townsend stepped away. "Please let me know just in case you need anything." Warden Townsend smiled before shutting the door as he left.
"Did Greg give up the moles yet?" Hades asked, his voice low and impatient.
