Fisher had spent his last days locked in a more sophisticated cell of sorts after he had sedated and moved from his last prison. This one where he was in was deep inside the building of the NSA itself: a place where they kept dangerous 'traitors' like him while the higher-ops of the NSA decided what to do with them. 'Traitors' like him usually ended up being eliminated from existence, or, if lucky, transferred to a federal prison where they would feel the whole weight of the law against their actions.
Sam's case was different. He had information that could put the whole agency at stake now. Grim's project? He knew it was backed up by the NSA. If not, then she wouldn't have gone as far. Regardless, he knew that this situation had to be taken carefully. He agreed with the NSA and with Third Echelon in one thing: this couldn't get out. This needed to be solved behind doors, without causing panic, just like it had happened back in 2007 with what could've been turned into World War 3.
For now though, he had spent most of his hours reading what Grim had clarified to him and preparing an escape out of this place. He stared at the bulletproof thick glass: new and improved aluminum oxynitride, better known as ALON. It was basically impenetrable and could stand impact from .50 cal bullets. There were not a lot or prisons like these, and there was no map as to how to get there in the first place.
"Not hungry even?" Luke had stayed around as ordered by higher-ops, guarding the new prisoner from the outside and preparing everything for when it came the time to move him to... wherever it was they were moving him to. One thing he denied himself to, was to kill the veteran. He respected Fisher as the soldier he was and because of the many things he had done, not only for the country, but for the world when he thought about it.
"Shut up, Luke..."
Luke sighed, riffle resting on his lap as he leaned back on the chair and stared at the food that he had passed inside the prison before, while Fisher was sedated. It was still in the same spot where he had placed it: right in front of the closed iron door. "Grimsdottir will kill me if you don't eat something, Fisher."
"For you, probably..."
(( Open to all who feel like either get him out, or talk to him... whatever, lol ))