Chapter 10 part B
Then next morning Khain crawled out of his cell and made his way to the mess hall. After he eating, he went outside to the courtyard to find the outlaw who talked with him yesterday. About two hours of searching past, Khain wondered if the warden pulled them into solitary confinement as well as Vance.
A moment later someone ran up behind Khain and grabbed hold of him, then haled him off to who knows where. Khains attacker had brought him to the security office. The attacker dropped him inside. Khain turned to see who had brought here. It was a Wovlark inmate, along with the Outlaw who followed him. Two other inmates where in the room as well, an intern, and an outlaw minion.
“Sorry about what happened to ya pal.” said the outlaw. They locked the door so no one would see that the security office was filled with prisoners intending to break out.
“why have you brought me here? I’m not the one who needs to escape.”
The Wovlark stepped forward. “yea, we know. But your does, so we are helping you.”
“why?” Replied Khain.
“well, we’re short one man, and so far you seem you need all the help you can get.”
Then the outlaw Khain met yesterday spoke. “Look, I know the warden might be suspicious about you but we know how to get ya friend out without any body knowing you helped us.”
“I’m listening.”
“ya know that guard that keeps messing with ya?”
“no. which guard.”
“That Teron fella. He’s the one that got the bro to attack ya.” At that moment Khain was beginning to realize how much trouble Teron was.
“Go on.” Khain said with bit of anger in his voice. “well, if ya attack him and make a big scene, that will be enough of a distraction to let us get ya friend out and escape. don’t worry about the details. Just be prepared for the lights to go out tonight.”
Khain was a bit skeptical about the whole thing, but he knew he had to trust them.
“so when do we make our move.”
“tonight, around dinner.” replied the minion.
Khain left the room making sure no one seen him, then making his way back to his cell.
Khain then thought it was time to tell the warden his answer.
After making his way to the wardens office, Khain saw the wardens Clakker assistant was ravaging through his desk. “um… I’m looking for the warden.” the Clakker jumped and looked at Khain. “oh, I didn’t see you their. Ill go get him.” the Clakker left the room with out another word. Ten minutes later the warden arrived. “Ya wanted to see me, I hope you have your answer.”
“I do.” Khain replied
“well then lets hear it.”
Khain hesitated a moment. “my only choice is that I join Mr.Bruss.
“Good, very good. I’ll call Mr.Bruss tonight and tell him your decision”
Khain left the office and crawled back to his cell, he waited for dinner before heading back to the court yard. But before Khain left his cell, Teron already seemed to be heading right to him. “you can’t honestly leave with out getting a goodbye from me” said Teron in a cocky attitude. “well if it isn’t the worm who sold me out and released the behemoth on me.” replied Khain in the same tone.
“now you cant honestly believe it was me?”
“I know it was you, how I know is not important.”
“your right, because ill make sure you leave in a body bag.” Teron pulled out a baton and then lunged at Khain. Khain leaped out of the way and pulled the baton right out of his hands and knocked Teron right on the head. Teron fell to the ground, four other gurads walked over to the fight, but did not help Teron. Instead they cheered for the fight to continue, soon attracting more guards and inmates. They all watched as Khain and Teron fought each other. Khain jabbed the baton into Terons chest, causing him to collapse once more. Teron got back up, he was furious that he was being knocked down by a Slig who should be useless with out pants. He then pulled out his pistol and shot at Khain. Quickly Khain dodged the bullet and rolled past Teron, then leaping on his back and putting Teron in a head lock.
Suddenly the lights went out. Shouts of disappointment came from the crowd. As Teron collapsed from the lose of breath, Khain was then knocked out after being struck to the head by a baton.
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