Marcus cursed and yelled, and pretty much had a breakdown. He snarled, and heading back to his office. He would have to track down Feyd soon enough. He had eyes and ears all over the city. 

He found Ruslan, and once more sat down. He drank some scotch, then turned to him. "I can get a healer in here to fix up the worst of your injuries. First though...." he trailed off, and shrugged, "I appear to need a new cell. So, first, I'll shackle you"