The old man found himself being dragged into the courtyard by two guards; each one grabbing onto one of his arms to ensure that he could not fight back because well..James was a freaking giant dude, standing at nearly seven feet tall and weighing somewhere around three hundred pounds. It wasn't fat that accounted for all that weight either, it was all muscle..so just one guard wouldn't be quite enough to restrain him. Unless it was someone like Bane. That guy could probably hold down an elephant. 

Once he was past the gates, both of the guards gave a hard shove against Weaver's back to shove him into the center of the courtyard to which he only replied to by briefly turning his head to the left to let that one eye linger on each of them and give a hard stare..as if issuing a threat. It was one that he did plan to follow through on, too..all he needed was a connection and he would be able to get damn near anything he wanted. 
As soon that he concluded his little interaction with the guards, James turned his attention towards the courtyard and allowed for his eyes to begin skimming across all those who stood within; trying to eavesdrop on as many conversations that he could while also picking up on every last subtle movement made by them while he was moving towards one of the benches to take a seat. His back was starting to kill him..which wasn't any surprise. Riding in the back of that truck on his way up to the prison wasn't comfortable in the least bit.