Ignance snorts. "Great for you... but I'm a mutant... in cah...case you for...forgot. I stay here, I die in the pits. I go with you... some crazy zealot kills me. I see no...no...no good options for muh...me."
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Ignance snorts. "Great for you... but I'm a mutant... in cah...case you for...forgot. I stay here, I die in the pits. I go with you... some crazy zealot kills me. I see no...no...no good options for muh...me."
"So you're big, ever heard of augmetics? Size is pretty easy to explain, and anything else can be hidden with enough armor. Cheer up mate, your strength is half of us getting out of here, and I'm not one to let a friend who broke me out of a 'bite slam rot in the dust."
Marius raises his fist. "Let's give these guilders a bloody nose they won't forget in a hurry!", and the Gavvies cheer their assent.
Lucius smiles openly, "That's well good then, now we just stay alive till we got what we need. Once the time comes, we need to hit fast, the guards are dregs, but that breach team is a problem, we'll have to try to avoid them altogether. Will your friends have knowledge of a way out?"
Holden replies, "From what I know of this particular facility, there are about three exits, all of which are guarded, so we'd have to force our way out in numbers. I can get a map before long."
"Hmm... Knives and stones won't do to well attacking an exit, would your maps contain information about the location of the response team's armory?"
"I'll see what I can do," says Holden, and is cut off by the appearance of Arn at the door. Arn enters, looking particularly grim, followed by Bud, four other baton-armed guards, Dan, Ed and two more shock pole guards. "Alright," snarls Arn, "Time to get moving again. Try anything this time, and you're in for a world of pain."
Lucius conceals any endge of emotion and follows uncomplaining wherever prompted, In due time, bugger.
Ignance scowls....
We'll see who hurts who... scum!
He follows obediantly however, wondering what the future holsd for him.
The other prisoners also come quietly as the guards lead them up the same corridor they travelled before. This time, they take the third door on the right, entering a large room full of tables and long benches. Around twenty other prisoners are sitting at the benches - a motely bunch, men and women of all shapes and sizes - including a man covered in thick fur, and a woman with unusual bony ridges on her forehead. Eight more guards watch them from the edges of the room.
The unmistakable aroma of algae soup wafts from a counter to which you are now being sheperded. Three middle-aged workers in the same smocks as the guards stand behind it, ladels at the ready.
The kitchen workers begin to shovel scoops of steaming slop into bowls. "Come on," says Arn, "Breakfast. Don't tell me you're all picky eaters?"
The gavvies who are at the front of the queue come forward to the counter and take one bowl each before proceeding to a table.
Lucius accepts a shovel of gruel and follows the gavvies, taking in the lay of the land and his fellow prisoners as he goes, sizing up any potential helps or hindrances to his escape.
The cloying smell of the food overwhelms Lucius's nostrils, and the loud clatter of two old ventilation fans set in the ceiling assaults his ears.
As he casts his eyes over the room, he sees that the tables are arranged in two rows of five, stretching from the counter to the door. The other prisoners sit six to a table, with the two mutants on their own. The prisoners look up briefly, then return to their food. While Arn's team watch the prisoners from your block , three guards stand by the counter, and five at the door, continuyally scanning the room - all anonymous looking people with batons, pistols and communicators, clad in identical grey smocks. Lucius notices the first female guards he's seen - two athletically built women standing by the door, looking every bit as hard-worn and violent as the men.
The gavvies make their way to an unoccupied table.