By the time Friedman arrived at the correct area, the jeep was there waiting for him. The man sat behind the wheel.
He was exactly as BJ had described. His expression was the most telling; stoical purpose, with a hint of excitement and sick enjoyment in his eyes.
There was no exchange of words. Usually, Sidney could keep up a light banter with anyone, it was his trademark. This man was different, though; he'd never seen someone and so easily decided that he was evil. The man blindfolded him once the psychiatrist was in the passenger seat.
The ride was long and bumpy, but they made it before it got too dark and cold outside. Sidney was led into the building, which was cool and had long hallways. There didn't seem to be very bright lights as nothing shone through that cloth about his eyes. Finally, they stopped walking and a heavy metal door creaked. The man removed the blindfold and Sidney blinked freely in time to see the cell door open to expose the room inside. Sidney entered, looking around at the blood smears and stains. He saw the trembling form in the center and made sure to show no hesitation in striding to it.
"Pierce." He said forwardly, without emotion.
Hawkeye shifted, grunting softly, and moved his arm from across his eyes. It took an incredible amount of self-control for Sidney not to visibly react to what he saw.
"S-Sidney? What are you-"
Sidney wasted no time. He grabbed a fistful of Pierce's hair and yanked him up into a sitting position. Hawkeye cried out but moved with the forceful pulling. He was dragged up to his feet, where he could hardly remain upright. Sidney gestured to the blindfold, which the man handed over. The psychologist wrapped the cloth around his friend's bleeding head to obscure his eyes, then was silent. No one moved. Pierce grew jittery after a minute. He felt a brush of air to his side and he twitched. Sidney silently began to move around him, forcing himself to smile every time that Pierce flinched. Finally, he laid a hand at the base of his neck from behind, not even hurting him. Hawkeye yelled and collapsed to the floor.
Sidney leaned down and grabbed his wrists. Hawkeye gasped at the pressure on his broken wrist. He was pulled up again. When he was standing and trembling, knowing he could be touched any time, Sidney gestured to the man with a nod and they silently left.
Outside the cell, Sidney made sure that they were far enough from it before speaking.
"I assume that your bringing me here means that you do plan to send him back with me."
"That's right. I know what you mean about his heart. It will shatter when he has to face them."
"Of course. If he wasn't that way, how could he have committed the sins he has?"
"Just one thing."
"Yes?"
The man moved closer and narrowed his eyes. "I don't like liars."