Has it been weeks or days since they last saw Flynn? It meant nothing to the three captive Samurai when the only thing on their mind was the condition of Flynn, all that matters is if they are granted the privilege of seeing him again. They needn't worry about food or water, as they were readily supplied with a metallic tray with some grey pasty substance that had no flavor whatsoever with one glass full of water. It warded off starvation, and let them concentrate more on making a plan.

"Come on, we don't need out gauntlets." Walter urged with a smile while Jonathan and Isabeau remained unconvinced. "Lilith is right, they're all bark and no bite. These people are no different than the luxero-"

Walter was quickly pounced on by Jonathan, who kept him down by standing with his knees at Walter's side as he lied on the floor with Jonathan staring down at him angrily. "Don't you finish that sentence!"

"Jonathan, calm down!" Isabeau rushed to his side, but not being able to do much with his hands bound. All she could do is hope her words reached Jonathan somehow, "I know you're stressed, all of us are but we need to stay calm." She quickly glared down at Walter and pointed an accusing finger at him, "And you shouldn't be antagonizing Jonathan, either."

"What?" He cocked a brow, "I was just saying." He stopped as Isabeau nodded her head.

"Can you just leave out the last part?" He should know that Jonathan hated insults towards luxerors. She could agree with some of his points,but Jonathan was very headstrong and his view point never changed. "I can agree that these villains are not as tough as they let on, but the fact remains is that they have access to demons, and we don't."

Walter grunted in frustration. What she said was true but it wouldn't hurt to at least try. No... it would, a lot.

"If I could just get my hands free." Jonathan muttered as he lifted himself off of Walter while looking towards the ground, as if envisioning his hands were in front of him rather than confined behind his back with heavy metal casings. "I would easily use a slight of hand to get the remote and one of their… smartphones, was it?"

"I wonder what they did with our gauntlets." She quickly added.

"If they're smart enough, they would've destroyed them by now." Isabeau and Jonathan looked towards Walter, who was sitting up with his left leg hiked up so he could rest his chin on it, "But they didn't kill Flynn, I'm still puzzled as to why he didn't."

Isabeau cringed as she remembered Tayama's words, "What he said just doesn't add up to me." She nodded her head, "Using him to help around his office, I haven't heard a bigger lie."

"How can you be so sure?" Walter asked, "I know it sounds like a lie, but I'm having a hard time imagining what else Tayama could use… him… for." As he spoke, his eyes went wide as a possibility crept into mind. He remembered way back to their first meeting, although Walter wasn't paying much attention, he remembered a certain look in Tayama's eyes. How he paid no mind to them, a kept his attention on Flynn, how close he got to him, touching him in fact.

He joked about how Tayama seemed to have his eye on him, to which Flynn simply laughed.

"Walter?"

Jonathan and Isabeau were both startled at the look of horror and realization in Walter's eyes, "Walter, are you okay? What do you think Tayama could be using Flynn for?"

"Oh… uh…" There was hesitation. Should he bring up his hypothesis to them? Surly if he noticed Tayama's flirting they would have to as well. "Did you notice how Tayama behaved around Flynn? Like…" Walter nodded his head, "Never mind, I have nothing." Walter didn't get it. Usually he was straight to the point, and had no problem bringing up his own ideas, but this was too much for even him to take in. He didn't want to believe that it could be the case, but with all the evidence, it was a very likely scenario.

"I was thinking he was gonna use Flynn to fight against the Ring." Isabeau commented. Jonathan nodded in contemplation.

"Yeah, but it'd be smarter to have all of us around, right?"

Isabeau hummed, scratching her chin before letting her head fall with a sigh, "None of this makes sense."

Walter grimaced, was the thought of Flynn being used as a sex slave so horrific that they didn't even want to think of it as a possibility? Walter had to bring it up, they had to accept that what Tayama could be doing to Flynn was more horrific than they could imagine, but just as he was going to open his mouth, the metal door opened.

Stepping in was the giant of a man in a white suit, followed by two skinnier guards in black suits. The giant man looked down at the three with beady eyes, not saying a word as he and the other guards walked in and slapped down a tray of that flavorless grey goop onto the metal table, thankfully they took more care into placing down the drinks, which would've spilt to the floor having received the same treatment.

"Dinna time." The giant announced, his words slurred with his accent. As he turned to leave, he was stopped by one of the smaller guards, he got on his toes to whisper something in his ear. When the man got down, he made an 'oh' noise, and turned to the three Samurai. "I almost forgot. Mr. Tayama said he had good news for ya."

"Good news?" Jonathan sat up slightly. The guard nodded his head, but then one of the smaller guards stepped in front of him.

"Mr. Tayama said he'll being seeing all of you in his office tomorrow for an important meeting. I suggest you all rest up." He smirked, "Rememba, this is yer lives we're talking about. One wrong move and- krrk." He dragged his thumb across his neck while making a false pained expression before leaving with a dark chuckle. When the last guard was out, the door slammed shut, and clicked as the maglocks sealed them in.

"Well… shall we eat?" Jonathan stood up and retrieved his tray of 'food' and returned to the center of the floor where they all ate. Isabeau and Walter did the same. They supposed the food tasting like nothing was better than it testing awful, but the texture is what got the best of them. Sometimes chunky, sometimes smooth then hit with an out of place snap that made them all want to gag.

"At least it ain't fish." Walter muttered, no one reacted to his joke. Then again he wasn't sure if intended it to garner a response from his friends. "So." he looked back towards the two, "What are we gonna do with this meeting?"

"I would say that we should be rational, and negotiate our way out of this." Jonathan's eyes met his, an unusual amount of intensity burning within his. "But… there's no point playing fair with a man like Tayama."

Isabeau was silent, as she had no concrete plan herself.

"So… we should kill him?

"

"If it's just him and his guards… then I think it's the best way to go." He too a sip of his water, "Isabeau, what say you?"

"…"

Walter nodded, "Just go with it, for once me and Jonathan agree with something. It's that we have to kill Tayama the moment we get. We have to save Flynn."

"He's right. I personally don't care what happens after, all that matters is that we get rid of that scum Tayama and get Flynn back."

Walter smiled. For once Jonathan was thinking like a rational human. At his smirk, Jonathan smiled back. That sign of mutual respect among comrades was back, and Isabeau couldn't help but give her own confident smile. "I'll... follow you all, till the very end." Even if she didn't have a plan herself, she trusted that they would be powerful enough to take out a weakling like Tayama, no problem.

They ate well that night, maybe it was that good feeling that made the food taste like something for once. It tasted a little sweet, in fact.