I see two guards lying on the floor. They were doing normal guard duty, standing sentry and protecting the Administrative Block from the prisoners and must have been overpowered. I see them, beaten and bloody, lying there. Their guns are gone, as are their handcuffs, nightsticks, shoes, socks, pants, and shirts.

Kerri slows down, and stops to check on both.

She glances at me.

“Are they alive?” I ask.

She nods. “They’re hurt but they’ll be okay,” she says.

“Then we have to go,” I tell her.

“We can’t just leave them here,” she says, shocked.

I shrug. It’s either them or us.

“There’s nothing these men have to offer,” I say, and even I know I’m lying. Kerri looks at me. It’s obvious to me she will do whatever I tell her to.

And at that moment I realize that it’s time I live up to the big talk I’ve been giving myself and about how much I love Kerri because she makes me be a better man.

It’s time I become that better man.

Fuck.

“Take the gun,” I say to her and walk up to her. She takes the gun as I pick up each man and put him on my shoulder. They must weigh at least 200 pounds each, but that’s what all the pull ups and push ups in jail were for, I guess. “We’ll take them to the Alcove.”

The Alcove is going to be on our way to the Deputy Warden’s office, anyways.

That’s right. We’re headed right into the heart of the jail.

Five minutes later, I dump the bodies in a corner of the Alcove. My shoulders and arms are killing me from the load, but I feel the unfamiliar thrill and anticipation of adrenaline rush through me from the walk over here.

We passed no one; everyone was too busy either raiding the infirmary, fighting, or heading to the prison yard to escape that they basically left us alone. Kerri travelled in my shadow, caused by my frame carrying two guards.

“Which way now?” Kerri asks me, her eyes on me with fear mixed with admiration. She knows that we could have been at our destination by now if we weren’t slowed down by protecting the guards. But I know that I would have never been good enough for her if we had done that.

At this point in time, if she wasn’t placed in danger, I’d rather fucking die trying to be the man worthy of her than live and not measure up to what she sees me as.

“We’re heading to the Deputy Warden’s office,” I say wondering if I should take the gun from her as we walk into the hallways outside the Alcove.

But I never get a chance to make that decision because something hits me on the side of the head.

Blinding, searing pain shoots up my skull and I fall to the ground.

“You’re not heading anywhere, motherfucker,” I hear a voice and I look over.

It’s Grinder. He’s wearing a pair of brass knuckles. I bring my hand to the side of my head and feel. It comes back sticky and damp. It's my blood.

“I asked you to do one thing,” Grinder says, taking a step close to me. “One simple thing. And you couldn’t do that. You couldn't use that damned medic to get us transfers.”

I see Kerri’s eyes go wide as she hears herself being talked about. She’s hidden in the shadows of the Alcove. Neither Grinder, the three men behind him, nor Spider see her. But I see her, because I know where to look. I try not to give it away though, focusing all their attention on me.

“Great, you wanted her safe, and sent her away, I get that,” Grinder continues and takes another step toward me. “But then when I ask you to do something to protect her, what do you go and do? You intentionally throw my whole plan to shit and do the opposite of what I fucking asked.”

Now Grinder is standing over me as I kneel on the ground. I’m waiting for my chance. I’m only going to get one opportunity and I’m going to need to make it count.

“Where is she, Lucien?” Grinder asks, leaning low. “Where’d you hide her?”

“Why should I tell you?” I ask with a low voice. “Why should I cooperate now when I haven't this entire time?”

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