Watanabe had awakened long before the sound of the club tapping on the door. He just hadn't bothered to open his eyes, instead preferring to sit in meditation. If his hunch was right about what all of this was, he would need every last bit of his considerable strength.

"Up and at 'em, tubby," the guard sneered as he unlocked the door. Watanabe did not react to the insult, instead getting to his feet and calmly walking where indicated. He had long since decided to conduct himself with all the dignity he could muster. Perhaps, someone somewhere would respect him for that.

Watanabe gave a polite nod to the rail-thin young man being prodded out of his cell as the guards walked the Japanese man down the hallway. No sense making enemies just yet.