Back at the base, May stood waiting in a small room. Intended as a bomb shelter, the room was small, about 20x20 ft. A member of the Rat Pack stood behind her, wielding a large bat. He swung it around a bit, just for fun as he waited for the prisoner to wake.
Cirque sat in a wooden chair, steel chains binding his arms and legs to it. His mouth was not gagged, however. May had been tapping her foot impatiently for a few minutes, before finally snapping her fingers. The only door to the room opened with a groaning noise, and a young woman walked in with a bucket of cold water. May grabbed it without a word, and the timid girl fled the scene as quickly as she could.
Once the door was shut tight, May threw the entire bucket's contents on Cirque's face.
"Wake up, sleepyhead." She said in a biting tone. "You have company."
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At the entrance to the base, Dante's team entered quietly. A man ran up with a notepad to start the debriefing process.
"Don't bother." Dante said, noticing the man's preparation. "There's nothing to say. Those cowards ran off before we could bring them down."
"Right," the note-taker replied. "but the boss made it clear she wants to know every detail. You'll need to follow me."
The three shrugged, and followed him.
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As Dexter walked by, Oliver emerged from the shadows. He noticed that something was happening, and decided to tail him. After the others had made acquaintance, he entered the scene. "Survivors?" He asked in an admittedly rhetorical manner.
