"You know," says Stonefell aloud, thoughtfully, "I'm starting to be curious about this broken wing you're flapping so earnestly in front of me, Connors. Well. Not literally." His smirk returns. "Not yet. Maybe we should see what the good doctor can get out of you, before we move on to the brats."

A pause. "Or," slowly, "maybe we should stick with our original orders," this with great emphasis and a hard glare aimed at Heth and Jory, "instead of letting you distract us from it. I think perhaps we'll leave the de Rolos to Dr. Ripley, and see what Anders can get out of you."

At a jerk of his head, the two guards move toward the cell with the younger boys in it, and he advances on Phil's cell himself.