Rolling his sleeves, and unbuttoning the first three buttons in his shirt, Ares walked straight into the halls, with raw disgust emanating from him.
"Lock the doors," he ordered, taking out darling from his waist.
"We've locked the main entrance," Ivar replied.
"I don't mean the main entrance, Var. Lock every single door that leads to a turn, or another room. I'm telling you to put Kolasi in a lockdown," he said, darling swinging from his hand, as he walked.
"Boss, I don't think—"
"Lock the fucking doors, Var," he said in a calm voice, but with some stress for emphasis.
"Gotcha."
With his eyes, darkened and bloodthirsty, he took a turn, and stopped in front of the doors that guarded the cells.
"Boss," the two guys stationed there nudged their heads in acknowledgment of his presence.
The irony of how the cells were the most guarded place in Kolasi at this point, wasn't lost on him.