*Ting ting ting* Torres hears a clanking on the steel door to his cell. "Feed time Torres." A tray full of barely recognizable slop slides through the opening. "Bon Apetit scumbag" shouts the voice from the other side of the door.
"Hey bull... It's been 3 weeks, when do I get my trial?"
"Ha, trial? You're no Rheinland citizen. You're an enemy combabtant, therefore you dont get the rights of a trial. Oh no, you'll be facing a military tribunal. Ha ha ha. Don't you worry in there, your time will come soon enough. You'll be boarding the Elbe Transport to Vierlande Prison in no time at all."
It was worse than he had thought. A military tribunal?!? Torres could already consider himself crucified at this point. Well, at least he knew where he was now, Elbe Station in the Halle system. Not that it did him a whole lot of good, since he had no way of contacting anyone. He was definitely begining to lose hope. Would his brothers come? His only hope was that they would recieve word of his transfer to Hamburg and intercept the transport. No sense fretting about it until then. But if they get him to Vierlande, he would surely burn.
Now back to the forefront of his mind. "I will kill Alex Cummings, so help me god, he will pay for this," he thought to himself. Perhaps his Corsair brothers were already planning on taking care of that for him...
<span style="color:#FF0000"><strike>RETIRED</strike></span>
ON MY WAY OUT OF RETIREMENT
