They had left him in the interrogation room by himself. The door was locked. He had listened to the guards walk away, secure in their belief that steel and stone would hold him.

Caid knew he looked like shit. Between the capture and interrogation he had suffered a black eye, bloody nose, split lips, and loose teeth.

He wiggled them one by one until he located the loosest one. Sawing it back and forth, he slowly pulled it out of his mouth. Copper blood gushed inside. He pocketed the tooth and forced himself to breathe through his nose.

Sauntering over to the heavy door, he used the blood in his mouth to trace a small rectangle onto the door.

He carefully walked in a clockwise circle three times in front of the door. Then he jumped three times. And then he knocked three times. On the third knock, the smaller door he had drawn opened into the hallway.

Idly he wondered what that would look like on camera. He decided he didn’t care and focused on what else he would have to do to reclaim his freedom.