Deep beneath the Headquarters of the SIGIL Fourth Division, Block 4. Confined behind a heavily fortified cell was the seventh Paragon, Alastair Glass.
She remained unbothered by the cautious gazes of the nearby security guards, thoughts unknown to anyone but herself.
A few days had passed since her arrest. It appears that the snakes hiding in the shadows were finally showing up. The prospect alone made her smile.
After all, someone had to pay for throwing her into an empty and desolate jail. Though speaking of the prison, it wasn't as good as she had expected it to be.
The Fourth Division of the SIGIL administered the High-Maximum Underground Prison, also known as Tartarus. It was where metahuman criminals get convicted.
"Jane... Enjoying your time in jail?" Alastair remarked with a smile while the guards flinched when the first word escaped her supple lips.
