"I don't think the Fridge is gonna be enough for you. I'm thinking we should put you a little deeper in the ground." Taunts Victoria Hand to her prisoner, the so-called Clairvoyant, John Garrett. Across from him sat his former protégé, Grant Ward.

"Agent Ward, would you like to do the honors?" asked Agent Hand as she held out the pistol.

Ward glanced at it then returned his gaze back to Garrett.

"No. I want to see him suffer. I want to see the look on his face as the bars close in front of him and he finally realizes that he's been beaten." Says Ward, staring dead in Garrett's eyes with nothing but burning hatred. Garrett glares back at Ward, expecting more from him.

"I can't say I agree with your choice, but I respect your decision. We'll be at the Fridge soon enough." Says Agent Hand as she puts the gun away and exits the compartment.