Ben sighs as he looks at the message on his computer screen.
"Fool...If one cannot come personally than one does not deserve to have a chance..." He mutters before pressing the 'delete' key...Rubbing his temples as he leaned back in his chair and dozed off, trying to catch up on sleep, but forgetting he told Alicia to send in the next applicant once they arrive...
"So, jail again!!!
"Typical revolutionary hospitality."
"First they put you in jail,then they realese you."
"As longer I will stay in prison,they will love me more."
"Half of my life i spend in a jail.I feel almost like at home." thinkin Kapetan Danko
Arogant marine forget to search his uniform and in left hand still was bottle of vodka now half empty.
Low rank officers always are not enough disciplined.
Kapetan Danko still have his order knife and poison needle,but decide not to use now.He has come to join a revolution, not to kill stupid jail guard.
He knows that some hi rank officer will come soon or later,but first they will search his order VHF trying to find who really he is.
After 2 days he heard sound of opening metal door.
The man stood there for a moment, as if a million thoughts were crossing through his head at once... He eventually responding, simply shaking his head and walking out. "Upon reflection, I don't think this is a good idea, not for me, not now."
A silent cry of Huzzah! flew through Paddy's mind as he heard Vicenta shout 'next'. He shot his arms out in front of him to provide momentum for standing up. Shaking his legs briefly, he glanced shifty eyed around the waiting room before beginning to walk; pausing only briefly to look at the secretary who simply nodded prior to returning to her previous tasks.
He moseyed up to the vacant office and walked in, tipping a tattered hat at the officer present.
"The name's Paddy. At your service," he said with a gentle bow.
Unfortunately for Danko it was not his cell door, but the one across from his own cell, a new prisoner was being isolated. Outside the Guards having just finished throwing some poor fool into his own cell looked over to Danko's cell, knowing he was subject to termination. Being the charitable soldiers they were they walked over to the Cell's controls, specifically the Life-Support system for the individual cell.
The first guard tinkered with the heating controls while the other guard made sure that the ventilation ducts that led into the room were sealed, aside from the ones pumping heat into the room. As they turned it up higher and higher Danko eventually noticed that it was getting balmy within the room, after ten minutes it felt like he was in 40 degree Celcius weather...An hour later he was feeling lightheaded due to a lack of water Danko was forced to lay on his back, nolonger having the energy to lift himself up due to weakness of lack of sustenance.
Within three hours he barely had enough energy to remain conscious, eventually slipping into a coma, from there on the temperature got too hot for his body to handle and in essence started to cook, even unconcious his body twitched and low moans of pain could be heard as his body started cooking in the intense heat.
Not much later his body expired, charred and burned severely all over the body, barely recognized as human anymore, yet the heat kept cooking the body while rising. Soon his body would be nothing more than ashes and charred bones...
The door slid open with a slight clack, bouncing back and forth slightly as it hit the side. A man walked in, wearing a rather drab jumpsuit. The upper part of the garment was covered by a thin jacket, while his feet were covered by a pair of boots with cloth wrapping up to about hlaf of his shin. A gun was loosely holstered to one side, obviously close to falling apart. The only other ditinguishing deature was his jet black hair, but that wasn't exactly remarkable.
Taking a quick glance around the room, he found a seat, tapping at a slow, measured pace on the wall. It wasn't really loud, but it lingered in the background of the room.
Sufficiently content with his seat, he decided to take another look around the room, this time looking for a bit more detail. One thing he noticed was a smattering of blood stains. In fact, there were a few by his feet. Small, but, all the same, a momentary flash of concern danced about his eyes, before quickly disappearing. "Buy the ticket, take the ride" he thought.
The next thing he noticed was a guard. A single one, but...damn, he was a sight. Burly, to say the least, with a rifle slung across his back and resting in his grip. Now THAT made him shudder a bit. He'd heard rumors of the marine force they kept onboard here, but it was a whole other thing to see them in flesh and bone. Well...what he hoped was flesh and bone.
Feeling there was no place else to look, he took out his gun, looking at a small cracked screen on the side. "0", it's flickering display showed. Good, then. It wouldn't shoot his damn foot again, like it'd done at that last Freeport. He wasn't looking forward to having another month in a hospital bed.
Noticing that the guard was eyeing him, and his grip had tightened slightly around the rifle, he flicked a switch on the gun, ejecting a long-cold discharge piling, and shutting the gun down. He pocketed the piling, and set the gun down on a table. The guard still eyed him, but the man noticed his grip on the gun wasn't quite as tight.
After looking around a bit more, he leaned back slightly, and just stared straight ahead. The only sense was to wait his turn. Not much else he could do.
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