The sound of hooping and hollering brought Scotty out of his anger and he distinctly heard several men yelling for him to walk away. An older black man that had to be pushing forty suddenly grabbed Scotty by the arm and dragged him away. Scotty focused his attention on the new guy, debating with himself whether he wanted a new focus for his burning aggression.
"Guards' coming, young blood. You don't need to catch another case over some dumb shit!"
After a pause Scotty nodded. "Thank you."
A moment later two guards entered the holding cell and looked at the young man who was still lying on the floor out cold.
"What the hell happened here?" A guard asked gruffly.
The noise quieted and Scotty waited silently. But no one said a word. Eventually they dragged the semi-conscious man out of the holding cell. He did not return.
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