As the guards began to take prisoners off the bus they had to call over three extra hands to handle Barbas. The large man had a wicked grin planted on his face as he watched the men struggle to move him and he wasn't making it any easier. He would stop every few steps to cause the guard behind him to walk into his muscular back and stumble. But eventually this prompted the guard to strike Barbas with his nightstick. Barbas let out a slight growl but then a low laugh, he didn't mind pain hell he was once shot full of bullet holes and still had enough energy to rip the gunmen's head off his shoulders. He was eventually shoved into a cell and the door slammed be hind him.

Barbas sat on his cot, it's springs moaning from his weight, for awhile before he heard the announcement through the PA. A devilish grin dawned on his face. Meal time and free period meant he could scope out the place, scoping out the place meant escape, and escape meant he had a shot at ripping that damn doctors throat out. Just then his cell filled with gas and he let out a loud roar before he fell to the floor. He woke up about nine minutes later and lumbered to his feet. He then moved his massive frame over to his cell door before yelling out in his deep and rocky voice. "When is dinner?! I'm hungry damn it!"