Dirus Taine

[Daerune]

He took in a deep ragged breathe, his wounds still stung but for the better part it was bearable to move around. He stood up and tried the door and to no surprise it did not budge. Looking around the prison cell just turned up gray walls a bed, toilet and basin. It was small and hardly something he wasn't use to by now, Phantoms had stuck him in one, a slaver in the distant past had stuck him in something that didn't even have room to move around. So far this instating obeisance through this method would be going completely wrong, He was in a small room which was like a cage which did little more then contain him in the small room which meant there was one less gun on the field even though he rarely killed any one any more unless they deserved it. He had a few new scars to add to his collection compliments of the admiral and his men which made him an angry trapped man in a small room. All that was being achieved here was his anger increasing and wasting his time.

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