"Moshi-moshi!", a man wearing a naval pilot suit was standing further down the dim hall way. He was speaking to an PDA as the prisoner and his entourage stepped closer and closer to him. "Oh, hey, N-Nakamura-san... I-uh... will be late... something came up... had to escort a prisoner... I-... I am sorry..."
He then glanced at this entourage, lowering the PDA from his ear for a second to address them, "Oi oi! Where are you takin' that guy? Hold it right there!". He raised his PDA to his ear once again, continuing his apologetic speech, "I-I'll call you later... Sorry again..." he let out a loud sigh as he put his PDA away, didn't look happy at all.
The guards came to an immediate halt, gave a salute and waited for the pilot to finish his phone call obediently. "We are taking the prisoner to his temporary cell, Lieutenant," said the one who was the highest rank among the trio once the pilot was looking at them with an eyebrow raised inquisitively.
"An' what have you done to this poor guy, already? Looky his outfit... Sheesh..." His accent reminded the hogosha thugs more than a proper naval officer.
"It... it must have happened... probably... because of your fighting earlier, Lieutenant..." the guard lied, which made the pilot frown at first, but quickly shrugged it off...
"I am gonna make sure you do your jobs properly this time... The last time I brought a prisoner to you, it didn't take a full day for the guy to jump in his bomber and shoot at my friggin' butt. Carry on..." he ordered with a lazy motion of his hand further down the corridor.
"Hai!" the guards let out loudly, and this time they made sure to behave properly under the pilot's watch.
"I didn't lie about them hard sticks... at least they don't have the budget to buy shock sticks," the pilot shook his head, "count yourself lucky..."
