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Chris was pushed to look in front of him.

"Move it."

Not much later they were walking along the cells. Metal bars with a bed and a toilet. Old fashioned. No metal door with a grate.

Cinder, Christopher and the Sergeant were put next to eachother, each a cell. With only walls dividing them. They could hear eachother though.

"Alright, this will be your home from home. At least for the forseeable future!" A guard barked after everyone had been made at home.