“Again, your anger is expected. Your brother, your own flesh and blood locked you away… left you to rot away in this prison. I don’t blame you for feeling that way. Hostility is normal when one is betrayed by someone of their own family. Now…if you were given the chance to see him again, what would you tell him?” An eyebrow arched at Ezra, as Rupert was now hinting in his audible conversation what could happen if he chose to let Rupert help him escape.
Rupert held the parchment in his hand. It was a pardon from the Justicar. It was one of the hardest plea bargains he had to drive, and that wasn’t the half of it. Rupert was not a lawyer, he was a doctor. He only worked with alongside some of the public defenders in his day, not spoken as one. It had been a few weeks since he visited Ezra Whyatt in Azkaban, and shortly after that, he was called by Justicar Hector Von Grimm to speak to a panel of judges to state his case. It took two days-worth of convening to discuss the terms of his parole, but the end result was exactly what he was looking for.
It was another walk down the long, cold hallways of the prison. This time, his chest wasn’t as tight; he wasn’t tense as all hell, wondering if he would make it out without some sort of trauma, magical, physical or anything else that may have latched to him during his visit. This time, he was in the main area where he was to talk to Sark about the pardon. It shouldn’t take long, he figured. The paperwork was all he needed to take Ezra and get out of there unscathed.
When the Imperium Guard shut the door behind him, Rupert walked to the desk where there was one person waiting. The receptionist didn’t bother looking up from whatever it was they were pretending to busy themselves with, so Rupert cleared his throat.
“Name and purpose?” The receptionist finally spoke up.
“Doctor Rupert Reynolds. I’m here with an order from Justicar Von Grimm to release Prisoner 155—“
“Yeah yeah, let me see the papers.” Without looking up, the secretary attempted to swipe the paperwork from the doctor, but he quickly moved them away.
“I am on strict order to deliver this to your Warden and only the Warden, no one else.”
There was a silent exchange of aggravation between the doctor and the person manning the desk, but after a moment, there was a button that was pressed. Rupert assumed it was to summon the Warden. He hoped.
This was going to be a long process.