A loud blare echoed through the tight hallway, signifying the bolted gate was now unlocked and the group could continue through this checkpoint. The Warden would open the gate, saluting the nearby guard, and walk through, allowing for the men of the 141 to cross through behind him. Kyle and Johnny shared a look before following their Captain and Lieutenant through. A few transport guards follow behind the squad and then with a loud clang, the gate bolts shut behind the group.
On the walk down they’d pass cells that housed other criminals considered high-profile. Some seemed normal enough and minded their business, others genuinely seemed to be off their rocker and pressed themselves as close to the glass as possible. Gaz was reasonably freaked out and piped up, “So, this Anon… Do we really need them for this? I mean a criminal, working with authoritative military?”
Ghost barely turned his head back to confirm gruffly, “Unfortunately they seem to have extensive knowledge on our current target and the market he deals in, so yes. Anon’s expertise and advice is warranted.”

Soap couldn’t help but feel slightly fascinated as they walked past the cells, maybe he was a little curious about what they did, but he’d never ask. Nearing the end of the hall, Soap noticed these cells were empty but before he could think about it the Warden spoke up. “I already mentioned this but I’ll say it again. Anon is a highly dangerous individual who has been granted this privilege to assist you. Do not cross the white line and get too close to their cell. To put it lightly, they’ve been known to bite, stab, or do worse–” That got Soap’s attention. “The transport team will enter their cell and prepare them to leave with you, but while that procedure happens you are allowed to converse.”

With that they finally reached the end of the hallway, the last cell. They took note of the white painted line on the floor, a considerable distance from the acrylic glass of Anon’s cell. There are a few holes in a row near the middle, likely for air flow and allows for speech to pass through the transparent barrier easier.
The task force could easily see them in their room. Despite being a criminal with strict rules for captivity, it seems they were allowed a few luxuries. The dull brick walls had a few posters dedicated to their field of interest, a few books, and papers strewn about the place on a small table. Diagrams had been etched into the wall next to their issued cot. A cot in which Anon calmly sat upon with their eyes closed and legs crossed politely at the ankles.
‘A form of meditation?’ Soap wasn’t sure, but despite their tranquil appearance, Anon sure had an aura about them. Unhinged. Disturbed. Deranged.
That thought was interrupted by a shout from the Warden.

“Anon!” The Warden announced, “You’ve got an audience.” At that, the transport team began the meticulous process of safely entering Anon’s cell, preventing them from possibly escaping, and into their restraints to wheel them to the transport vehicle to wherever the 141 needed them.