The guard sighed once more in sympathy for Iosif, before shooting another razor sharp glare at Hayden for the stupid comment.
The officers exchange a look. “Alright, sure. Why not. Kid can fly but can’t walk.” Russel shrugs. Lucas rolls his eyes and follows him into the holding cell, the long-haired meta shooting them a dark look. The pair of them lift Hayden up, carrying him off to the interrogation room, and the guard locks the door behind them once more. They soon plop him down in the same seat Iosif had been in, Lucas and Russel settling on the other side of the desk.
He’s left unbothered by anyone, just another customer at the place after all.
The wind seems to be blowing from all around, gathering in strength as it begins to lift him into the air.