"Lose the cuffs."
"But master-"
"Talos, he has no intention of running. And even if he did, do you think he'd make it out of my domain?" Arnold dismissed Talos' unwarranted concerns, "C'mon T, your processor is getting slow or what?"
"You're the one who made the processor, master." Talos replied in his emotionless voice before entering the cell to do what he was told.
Both Nina and Natasha couldn't hold back their laugh. Talos rarely used backhanded sarcasm, but now it looked like he had been learning quite a few things from his master.
A moment later, Talos freed Devon from his shackles. Devon rubbed his wrists to ease the blood flow in his arms but otherwise remained quiet. Initially, he didn't seem interested in Arnold, not even a bit. But when he glanced at him once, he burst into cold and hysterical laughter. All the while he was pointing at Arnold's missing arm.
