The much smaller masked man kicks and writhes in Delta's grip as he's lifted off the floor. He'll wrench his own arm out of the socket if he has to.

Markus isn't there right now, and lacks the capacity to feel pain. His arm is already twisted from his earlier encounter with Elle, but he hasn't noticed and doesn't care. Nothing exists except his orders to capture J. And J is so close, just on the other side of that door. If he can only get to him . . .