"There was a delay," the warden continued. "Doesn’t say why. He left, then came back and is shipping out tonight. Must be an IT mix-up; we’re not running a hotel here. I’ll look into it and let you know. Still, I got him, so let’s go see." He stood, his gut pushing the table with a squeal, and approached a small locker. He retrieved a thick bulletproof jacket and long metal stun baton. "Ready?"