"Don't you concern yourself with that..." the Lieutenant dismissed. He wasn't the brightest guy out there for sure, but knew enough to keep loved ones out of criminal ears and eyes. "It would be great if you didn't show up, or at least allowed me to shoot you down all merry and like, though..."
They were stepping further down the hallway with enough pace. Not one door they came by for the first couple of minutes as they passed metal walls lit with neon lights. But some of that scenery the prisoner liked to gaze at would appear once in a while through tiny windows.
"Do not worry about your outfit, you'll wear something more fitting to this place, soon enough..." the Lieutenant said as he caught the sad look of the prisoner.
Every minute, they passed a heavily guarded choke point, stepped through a wall of light show, making the Lieutenant feel like a fish caught in a net every time, somehow.
Finally, they came upon a door... or more like a wide arch, resembling an entrance to a giant vault. The guards harshly pulled the prisoner to stop him in his steps. The leader of the guards saluted the ones standing by the gate, and spoke clearly, "This is the prisoner, and the Lieutenant who brought him."
The guards by the door looked at them for a second, spoke into something that looked like a radio transmitter before the gate slid open wide. There, they came upon an immense hall behind a thick glass, cells over cells, decorating everywhere they could see around the wide opening.
Once they stepped in, the Lieutenant looked up and down through the glass... The eye couldn't see the end of cells either ways, and the elevators in the middle of the hall elongated like towers and sped up and down rhythmically. "Well... at least you won't feel lonely here, as long as you are our guest... I guess..."
They were immediately led along the glass after a left turn in the vault; walked deeper until they came upon a line of metal bars. The doors opened for the prisoner, and he was shoved in before they were closed up on him. These line of cells looked empty besides himself, and were not connected to the ones behind the earlier glass. Looked like a place where the prisoners be kept temporarily, while the questioning process would be taken care of.
The Lieutenant raised an eyebrow on the other side of the metal bars. His hands closed together at his chest, he scanned the prisoner from head to toe. Then with a tilt of his head, he yawned.