Sorry Mr Adder
Chapter 6, Three days till Freedom…
“Picked a date yet?” Aaron asked the old mud through the bars of his cage.
“3 days. There’s a rota ya see. Each night the guards switch positions. 3 days from now you couldn’t do better to get into the generator room, the weaponry and then AC. Getting out’ll be hard though. They got some of there toughest all over the ground floor.”
“So how do I get out?”
“I’d say you should get down into the basement and up through the light windows. You have to reach the back courtyard though. Then use the grappling hook to get over the back wall.
“Isn’t their barbed wire?”
“There’s a gap about fifteen metres down from the West wall.”
“Should I get a torch then?”
“No way. They se any light out there and it’s bang. You’re Swiss cheese. You’ll just have to trust your instincts. Here, this is the route you take.”
Bill watched as the old mud took a piece of paper out of his loincloth and unfolded it.
Aaron snorted: “I don’t need a map, I know my way.”
“You know a way. Not the way that will take you past all the worst sligs in the shortest time in the best order.”
“Show-off!”
The old guy chuckled and started pointing things out on the map and whispering to quietly for Bill to hear. He tried to pick up the conversation but failed miserably (probably due to the dried blood that clogged up his ears (well the sligs had thought it hilarious!)) and soon found himself falling to sleep.
3 days…
Aaron was uncharacteristically jumpy that day. He eyed the sligs that passed him nervously. One particularly stupid oaf seemed to mistake the nervousness in his face for a shifty look and gave him 75 beats!
Bill meanwhile was caught in the toilets cleaning the blood out of his ears (he’d already bean beaten for failing to hear a sligs command) and had his head stuffed into a urinal while a b-b-slig relieved himself. The sligs seemed to be getting especially mean all of a sudden – making up for that beat-free week, Bill supposed.
In the afternoon after Aaron received another 50 whacks one particularly intelligent slig realised what was wrong with Aaron and took him to the medic office for an anti-adrenaline injection. Aaron seemed to calm down a little after that - at least for a few hours until his adrenaline levels refreshed themselves and he started leaping a foot into the air at the slightest chink of a bullet. One slig found his jumpiness so irritating that Aaron had a gun pressed against his head with a slig threatening to pull the trigger if Aaron didn’t stop leaping about!
Bill meanwhile spent the afternoon wondering if the smell of slig-pee would ever wear off. Even the sligs found it annoying and he received about 100 beats for “smelling like a toilet”.
Well, he thought, at least they have a decent reason!
Bill returned to the bunks that night and slept fitfully. He woke at about half eleven to see Aaron staring at a piece of paper on the floor of his cage, constantly running his fingers over it and muttering to himself, as if memorising something on the paper…
Sorry about the wait, been busy!
I really enjoy tour storys... And have you oticed that it's 2 months past christmas?? SO GET POSTING!!! 
CANCELLED) until further notice. Sorry dudes. I know, i'm scared to. (and I'd just got to the bit of Splat with the canabolistic m- uh, givin to much away there! Sorry dudes.)
