“For the last time, face the back wall and put your hands behind your back,” Eros commanded, his thick brows arched in anger over his green eyes. “This is your last warning.” Eros stood in front of one of the many prison cells lining the corridor, the plaque next to the cell marked it as cell B-15.

A thick, reinforced, piece of glass separated Eros from the man inside the cell. He was pacing back and forth, going from one corner of his cell to the other. The top of his orange prison jumpsuit was wrapped around his waist, displaying the dirty white t-shirt he was wearing. Like all the other cells in the prison, there was not much inside. Only a bed, toilet, and sink.

“Piss off,” B-15 said as he took off his shirt, revealing the tattoos covering his upper chest and shoulders. Tearing his shirt in half, he then wrapped each piece around his hands. “There is no way I’m going to be turned into one of those freaks. You're going to have to force me out of this cell.” He slammed his fist into the cell glass door.

“What did he do to end up here?” Ana asked as she accessed the computer terminal next to cell B-15.

“Him and his gang kill multiple hostages during a bank robbery,” Eros responded with a scowl on his face. “It looks like he’s not going to cooperate. Activate the stun turret.”

“Okay,” Ana responded. Her fingers expertly move around the keyboard with efficiency and speed.

Eros watched as a panel on the back wall of B-15 cell slid open, revealing the stun turret. The primitive AI operating the turret booted up and extended the turret from its nest. The AI then followed its usual diagnostic check by testing the range of movement of the turret. When done, it aimed its barrel at prisoner B-15.

“At least fight me like-,” the audio from inside the cell cut out mid way. B-15 began pounding on the glass cell door keeping him contained in his cell.

“Thank you, he was getting annoying. Shoot him when you're ready,” Eros said as he walked over to Ana’s side. Looking over the terminal, he saw that half of the screen was dedicated to the command line and the other was a live feed of B-15’s cell, the camera was attached to the turret.

“Sure thing,” Ana entered a command into the terminal, signaling the AI of the stun turret to fire.

Click. Click. Nothing came out of the barrel.

“Did it jam?,” Eros asked as he got closer, looking at the error messages that AI of the stun turret outputted to the console.

“No, it's out of amo. Give me a sec and I’ll ask Elsa to refill.” Ana said as she began typing into the terminal again.

“No, Elsa’s out for maintenance. Send your query to Leto instead.” Eros said.

“Okay.”

Eros' eyes drifted towards the live feed of the cell. B-15 was still hammering away at the cell door with his wrapped fist. With them wrapped he would only likely suffer bruises. Eros could tell that he was still yelling, by how big he was opening his mouth, though Eros couldn’t hear what he was saying with the audio feed cut.

“That's strange, she’s not responding.” Ana said after a moment of waiting.

“Let me see,” The status request for the turrets amo refile read ‘pending’ and not changing.``Damn it, looks like we’re going to have to go in there and drag him out,” Eros said. He locked his pistol in his holster. Then extended his stun baton. “Open the door.” He marched back over to standing in front of the glass cell door.

“Back away from the door. I’m going to open it,” Ana spoke into the microphone so that B-15 could hear. He took a couple of steps back and stopped.

The glass cell door slid down into the floor. Eros took a few steps forward, just outside the cell. His and B-15’s eyes locked together. Neither giving any ground. B-15 was tall for a man, but he had to till he head up to stare Eros in the eyes, even with them standing a good distance apart.

“Are you going to cooperate or do we have to do this the hard way,” Eros asked, gesturing to his stun baton.

Instead of answering, B-15 charged, tackling Eros onto the ground.

Eros hit the ground hard, pain blossomed across back as he clenched his teeth in pain.

B-15 threw a left hook towards his face.

Eros moved his head to the right, dodging B-15’s wrapped fist.

He then pulled the trigger on his stun baton, arcs of electricity flashed across its length. And then shoved into the B-15’s stomach.

“AAHHH!,” B-15’s body seized up as he clenched his teeth. The electricity disappeared from the surface of the baton and travinging through B-15’s body.

“Ana cuffs his legs,” Eros said as pushed B-15 off of his body, then mounted B-15’s back. He pulled out a pair of handcuffs and grabbed B-15’s arm.

“Get the fuck off me,” B-15 growled as he snatched his arm away. He then began to push himself off the ground, taking Eros with him.

Eros pulled out his baton again and upped the voltage. Winding his arm back he brought it down hard onto the back of B-15’s head.

B-15's head slammed into the ground with a bang. His body began to spasm as high volts of electricity traveled through his head.

Eros released the trigger on his baton. Splashes of blood marked the length of the weapon. Looking down, B-15 laid on the ground unmoving. A bloody gash on his back head, blood sizzling as a trail of smoke rose into the air. It was small enough and had been cauterized by the volts of electricity, that Eros thought he didn’t need to apply a bandage. On the floor a pool of blood had formed around B-15’s head, growing in volume with every second.

“Is he still alive?” Ana asked.

Eros looked behind him. Ana was sitting on B-15’s legs, her cuffs attached to his ankles. Turning back around, Eros reached down and placed his fingers on B-15's neck. “He’s alive. Let me flip him over and then help me lift him onto the gurney.”

Eros and Ana both got to their feet. Eros rolled B-15 over, so that he was facing the ceiling. On the top of B-15’s forehead was a giant bloody wound, blood trickled from down B-15’s face. For this injury Eros took out a medical bandage and placed it on his head.

Then he hooked his hands under B-15’s armpits, while Ana grabbed his legs. “One, two, three, lift!” Eros said and they picked him up at the same time, quickly placing him on the gurney. B-15 was heavy, thanks to his height and the mountain worth of muscle that covered his frame.

“Attach him to the gurney restraints before releasing his cuffs. We don’t want him escaping just in case he’s faking being unconscious.” Eros said as he attached a gag to B-15’s mouth.

Once they attached the gurney restraints to him, they uncuff his legs and arms. With Eros pushing the gurney and Ana leading the way, they made their way down the corridor. Passing cell after cell lining both sides of the corridor.

“Hopefully this will be over quickly,” Eros sighed.