Ezra's threat hung in the air and the tension in the room could have been sliced with a knife. Cayson struggled to keep himself in check, his hand already balled into a fist – prepared to strike.

Ezra studied Cayson, more specifically his actions. Ezra categorized and stored the snarl on his lips, the clenched hand, and the fury in his eyes. From then on, Cayson knew he'd be under his thumb and his watch.

One of Ezra's weasel-faced henchman entered the room with a map under his arm.

How the hell did they have maps?

"Sir I- "he began, eyes on the ground. Once the door shut behind him his head shot up and he eyed the two of them. "Oh . . . sorry."

"That's alright Matt," Ezra left Cayson with a final glare before he shifted his focus to Matt. "Would you show Mr. Winslow to the conference room? And tell Rick to release them." Matt hesitated as if he too didn't trust Cayson either. He remained motionless and scrutinized them before ultimately handing over the maps to Ezra.

Matt then proceeded to guide Cayson back down the all too familiar hallway. They curved around the bend and towards the well-known room which was presently being guarded.

"Ezra wants them," Matt instructed to the guard, dropping Cayson off as if he was an unwanted child. Matt simply shoved him forward and abandoned him. Rick reached into his pocket and grunted in disagreement while simultaneously unlocking the door.

As the door swung open, Cayson eagerly occupied the doorway. He wanted a break from the negativity and hatred. As he crossed the threshold he was instantaneously attacked, arms wrapping tightly around him. Arms pinned at his sides, he hissed in discomfort and Emery released him from her clutches and leapt backwards.

"Sorry!" She apologized. "I'm just so glad you're okay." Cayson couldn't help but grin.

"How's the arm?" Mason questioned, heaving himself out of his seat.

"Did Ezra clear you yet?" Cayson prayed he was delusional and hallucinating. Sadly, no matter how hard he tried to pretend, the truth was Finley was in the room. They'd found him and he was currently more concerned with whining than anything else. moaned from his seat in the corner of the room. "Because of you, we've been stuck in here."

"Great to see you too," Cayson murmured under his breath.

"You guys ready?" Cayson glanced over his shoulder to find Sean looking at them anxiously from the hall.

"For what?" Mason wondered.

"You've been cleared," he responded in a confused tone, as if he didn't understand what about his sentence they didn't comprehend. "Time to go exploring." Sean backed slowly away from the door, waiting for someone to follow.

Finley was the first to move.

He sprang from his seat, shoved past Cayson, and hurried after Sean all while muttering: "it's about damn time." Emery broke from the motionless pack next, Theia and Zane falling in line next.

"Ezra give you any trouble?" Mason asked as KJ unhurriedly left the room.

"How- "

"I saw the look he gave you when we first got here," Mason commented as he and Cayson trailed behind the others. They did, however, manage to catch up to them as they were all waiting with Ezra. Ezra still held the maps firmly under his arm.

"Thank you for finally joining us," Ezra remarked with ease. He paused until Cayson and Mason had slid in behind their wave. "None of you are allowed to cross the base line under any circumstances, do you understand?"

He received a handful of nods which, unsurprisingly, wasn't enough for him.

"Do you understand?!" He raised his tone.

"Yes," Theia, Zane, and Emery retorted in unison.

"Sean will take care of the rest." That was Ezra's goodbye. He didn't offer any solemn advice, just ushered them away. Sean held open the stairwell door and directed his group to descend. As they did, Ezra and Cayson locked eyes. "Enjoy your stay, Mr. Winslow."