Even at the sound of the closing door, the frail Gael Hanson didn't even look up but kept his gaze fixed on the table where his two hands rested in the comfort of the cuffs that held him in place. His damaged eye had been patched up.
His jet black hair was now messy and his blue eye seemed to be focused on distant objects that didn't really exist. His fingers were slightly moving and it would take a lot of concentration to notice the movements.
He had a handsome face which didn't even match up with his previous face… this was Jordan Wayne's face after all.
"So," Bruce pulled the chair opposite to the absent minded prisoner. "How are you feeling, soldier?"
Silence.
He smiled and went on, "you know, I've to commend you for your efforts. You really gave the police a hard time and it doesn't happen every day. You were even able to pull all that off and I think you required like what? A year or two?"