The click of a bolt moving inside the door told Robin that the door was being unlocked. Soon a large African American man was stepping in, two other men still outside the cell that Robin could see. All three men had hardened rubber batons in their hands and Robin could tell they would be more than eager to use them if need be. The man walking into the room talked to Robin in a loud, booming voice, "Turn your ass around and put your hands on that wall before I beat you senseless, fool." Robin just held up his hands as if to say no problem and gave a small nod of his head as he did as he was told.
Soon his arm was yanked roughly behind him and the cool metal of handcuffs could be felt being snapped into place on first one wrist and then the next. A strong yank was given and Robin was pulled from the wall and twisted around until he was heading out into the corridor. The two other men now grabbed him, one on each arm, and led him down the corridor. Taking a series of turns and stairways, they finally stood before a hallway that led to another door.
Another large guard was already standing there, leaning against the wall and watching the doorway at the end of the hallway. "Hey there, Sam," he said to the large black man as he worked on unlocking the handcuffs on Robin. "What's happening, Juan?" The first man, apparently named Juan, just chuckled a bit and shook his head, "You know, same shit, different day.: Sam laughed a bit at this and then gave Robin a sharp shove in his back. "Get your white ass down there and knock on that door and don't make me have to tell you twice." Robing rubbed his wrists a bit and then started to slowly make his way to the door before him, Sam walking in stride behind him.
When he reached the doorway, he gave a light rap on the door and was invited in. Upon entering, he saw a man behind a desk and a redheaded woman sitting in a chair before him. Upon being directed to sit down he did. He sat silently as he listened to the man speak and the woman ask a question which enraged the man. All he could do was give a slight grin at the response of the man.
After he was done speaking, Robin was taken with the young woman, Dominique he believed he heard her name was, and went on the tour that Juan and Sam escorted them on. Once the tour was over, Dominique was taken in one direction, and he was taken by Sam to another hallway. He watched her for a moment before being tugged away. She seemed to be calm and perhaps a bit defiant on the outside. He wondered if she was trembling on the inside as he was.
Robin could tell he was being taken back a different way than where they had come from. He was pulled to a stop in front of a thick metal door that Sam opened with a key. The room was dimly lit, but it seemed to be a better place than where he first came from. He saw a thin mat on the floor, a sink/toilet combination with a shiny piece of metal attached to the wall to likely serve as a mirror. A set of grey clothing was lying on the mat.
"Put that clothes on," Sam directed him. "I will be back in an hour to get you for supper. Be ready. You hear me, boy?" Robin nodded his head, [color#3358ff]"Yea, I hear you just fine,"[/color] Robin replied. The door then slammed behind him and locked. Robin could hear him walking away and after standing there for a moment, he started to undress so he could put on the clothes lying there.