The hedgehog let out a short grunt before otherwise maintaining his silence, glaring at the two guards escorting him. To him, this prison almost felt surreal..as if he had been locked away here before; he knew different despite this. He knew that once he was admitted to the facilities within Alcatraz, that would be his last shred of freedom ripped away.
The guards egged him forward down the corridor to the detention center, constantly talking amongst themselves about escorting the hedgehog, Jack Wheeler, to his cell. They discussed between themselves the acts of crime that brought him here, to the last prison he'd ever be in; every act of cyberterrorism from hacking to spyware, to his unethical experiments on other anthropomorphs. Jack simply growled in response to each of the guard's responses, fighting to contain the anger that he had accumulated on this trip.
Despite his anger however, he didn't come to regret a single thing he did. He knew that his actions up to this point wouldn't have mattered in the slightest; it was his doing that led to all this, after all. He didn't care what would become of him...or even the people among him. He knew that, deep within, this was the outcome the entire time.