The Director had been at his last draw, and now the maniac had gone past it.

As the boy from the East made his begrudging departure from the scene, Director Navarro chose to file the boy's identity away in his mind and turn the glare of utter disgust at the broken child before him. He had been attacked, yet ignored the pain and went on to mutilate his own attackers before attacking his savior, and now he sat there acting as if it had never happened, and completely ignoring the severity of his actions. Instead, he just wanted to eat.

The Director decided that he was finished with the game of niceties and procedure. He'd take "Earl" to his proper containment the hard way.

With his eyes still on the long haired maniac, the Director solemnly whispered his single command to the six security officers surrounding him: "Shoot him."

The guard nearest the boy would grunt with some kind of vengeful satisfy and smirk, bringing his pistol to bear on the sitting boy's abdomen, "Here, I've got something for you to eat..."

And with the quick tap of his trigger finger, a single sand bag was violently shot towards Earl's stomach at lightning speed, carrying enough force to knock back a brute and steal away his breath.

Perhaps with a little pain, the boy would understand his predicament. Or he'd rebel further, which would make things just as simple.