Shuffling footsteps echoed through the corridor as a group of guards filed into the dining hall to contain 221. [color=8dc73f]"Get Wraith under control!"[/color] Shouted one as they took up formation around the burning humanoid bouncing off the ceilings and tables. Food and shattered plates were sent flying into air like confetti, bouncing off riot shields and helmets. It was only a matter of moments before the guards managed to surround 221. With a signal and a nod from one to another, a small device was brought to light in one of the guards palms fitted with a few knobs and buttons. The blinking light barely visible on 221's collar seemed to be synchronized with lights on the device, and began blinking rapidly as a knob was adjusted. A bolt of energy surged from the collar through 221's body, arcing through the flames, and just like that the fire diminished leaving a dazed and nude man stumbling between the tables. 

There was a loud ringing in 221's ears and a haze of blur across his vision as he grasped his head and collapsed to one knee. Rubbing his head, he looked up and saw dark shapes in the white blur of white, encroaching on him. The ringing began to fade and he could hear muffled voices shouting and repeating. After a few more moments, the jumble began to become clear. [color=00a99d]"-and put your hands over your head! Once again! Wraith! Lay on the ground, face down, and put your hands over your head! This is your final warning!"[/color] 221 shook the haze away and the dark silhouettes became the squad of guards armed with riot shields and taser shotguns. It had been quite a while since he last saw this display but he knew what it meant and calmly obeyed, his expression once again blank. With 221 rendered docile once again, the guards quickly and cautiously moved in, pulling his arms to his back and tying a series of super resilient zip ties. Pulling him to his feet and wrapping a sheet around him, the guards quickly escorted 221 to the infirmary to be examined and clothed.