Military Corrective Training Centre (aka The Glasshouse)
BAF Aldershot, New London
Rupert was honestly surprised he was still alive at this point. Even though Admiral Steiner ordered him incarcerated, he'd expected to be "shot while attempting to escape" before actually making it to the prison facility. That wasn't to say that the marines assigned to his transport had been gentle, however. He sported a number of bruises from rough handling and a couple outright beatings. As soon as they arrived at the detention facility, he was thoroughly searched in every conceivable way, stripped of his uniform and undergarments and sent for a medical examination.
After they thoroughly assessed his condition and asked their questions, he was issued a nondescript prison uniform with his name and inmate number, issued blankets and basic toiletries, a datapad with a selection of reading material, and escorted to an isolation cell. There was some concern that the other prisoners would kill him as soon as the guards turned their back. Not that the guards would've minded, but they still had a job to do. Rupert idly wondered if he'd be committing suicide tonight. He didn't plan to, but these things apparently happened. It didn't matter. Rupert knew his life was forfeit the moment he left Leeds.
