A MESSAGE

Ares walked straight out of the meeting with the officer's, and headed towards the special cells.

"Hey, where are you going?" Xander called, as he ran after him.

"Get me a fucking gun, Xan," he said, as he continued to walk.

"There's a gun with me, but you have to tell me where we're headed?"

"We?" He scoffed, as he took a turn.

"I mean I'm coming with you, whether you like it or not."

"Suit yourself. As long as you bring me a gun," he said.

"I asked you if you wanted to bring darling, and you said she needed to rest."

"Well that's because she does. What does that have to do with bringing me a gun?"

"It does— you know what, forget I said anything."

"Already did."

Ares took one last turn, and arrived at the special cells.

The guards there all bowed when they saw him.

"Where is the guy from the tower?" He asked.

They pointed to the last cell, and he walked straight to it.