Recluse left his cell as soon as the doors unlocked, fighting the urge to ignore the necessity of stealth and simply stride down the hall. He was already angry, furious at the fact that he had to deal with Marcus now.
He had made the knives, and started the rust acid reaction again, building up more materials for thermite. He was also carrying the bleach and paint thinner, so he could start working with them once he got to the kitchen.
He sighed, shaking his head. The kitchen. Landel was pathetic. Like a petulant little child. He had a very, very good idea of where the hidden door was. If your little playthings hadn't been blocking my way all last night, I would have already found that door, you raving megalomaniac!
[Storming off to
here]