Bray was pissed off. Actually, pissed off was a major understatement. When Thaddeus came back he was going to have a big bone to pick about his treatment. He'd been stuck in this cell for God knows how long, with no one coming to update him on what was happening. Not one word. And he hadn't spoken to Lena or Devon since his arrest what must have been hours before.

Once again he was slamming his fist into the door. "Let me out, fuckers. I know someone's out there." He growled. They always were, just in case something happened to the prisoner within.

"Fuck you!" He growled, as not a sound could be heard outside. With that, he kicked the chair into the door, partly satisfied with the crash of the chair against the door.