He sat in the back of the truck, with his eyes to his feet and two guards to his sides. They had fancy cuffs on him; ones that attached to the wall behind him so he couldn't pull any stunts with the guards. And, damn was it boring.
It was an armored van, really, though not the sort that they used for SWAT teams or high, high level prisoners, but the sort that they used for first-degree assault, drug possessing, criminals. It looked pretty inconspicuous by itself, past the tinted windows and big 'WCPD' lettering on the side.
From the jailhouse to the courthouse. It was a city away, and even police vans with criminals in them stopped for red lights.