Alright, guys, this is the last chapter.
Chapter 11
Mervick followed Bob’s direction’s, and found his way to a train that left for Feeco Depot everyday. The Scrub was right. Security was very tight here. He didn’t know how he would get through. He couldn’t get in by force, because there were at least 50 Sligs, and 20 Big Brother Sligs, all with bigger and better weapons than the small, automatic rifle he had. “Well, if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.”
A Slig, getting a little snooze in before his shift of protecting the train, was awakened by one of his companions.
“Hey, Rilak, wake up.”
“Huh? Is it time for my shift already? Damn.”
Rilak went to find his security outfit, and it was missing.
“Hey, where did my Uniform go?” Rilak asked.
“How the hell should I know? It’s yours, isn’t it?”
Mervick, now wearing someone else’s Uniform, found his way to the train. It would leave in 30 minutes, so he would have to be careful, not to mention quick.
“Hey you” said one of the Big Bro’s, “Be on ‘da lookout. That one insane guy is supposed to be trying to escape. Make sure he don’t get on ‘da train, ‘aight?”
Insane guy, Mervick thought. Does he mean me?
25 minutes had passed. The train was about to leave. Mervick found a loading ramp, and snuck aboard. He was in one of the big, bowl shaped cars. There plenty of products in here, being shipped to the distribution center of Northern Mudos. From there, all the products would be shipped to the Consumers of Oddworld.
