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With his free hand the HG held up an object. The HG reached out and gripped Cold around the neck, forcing the bleeding man to make eye contact. “Wrong answer.” with a wave of the man's hand the other guards hauled Cold to his knees. The new Head Guard, the last one having gone missing right before Harley busted out, was sneering down at the twitching form, “I'm sorry, you wanna repeat that convict?”Ĭold coughed, spit out some blood, and glared up at his attackers, “I said I don't know.” Cold was laying on the ground of his cell, two large guards standing over him. He rushed to his door and looked out across the hall. The man turned and vanished from his little window, “Hey!” the man returned, “You never told me your name.”įloyd woke to the noise of fighting.

“I'm guessing there won't be much of an opportunity to stretch my legs.” the man said, though it was more of a statement then a questionįloyd grinned, a sharp edge on the ends, “Only if you're lucky.” The only response that got was a raised eyebrow. His eyes flicked around for a few seconds, “So, how far off the grid are we?”įloyd snorted, “You can't even see it anymore.” The smile fell, “Then no, nothing funny here.” his tone was now as blank as his face. “Only if your name is Will Smith.” the man replied, his voice sounding almost like a purrįloyd raised his eyebrows, “It's Floyd Lawton.” Floyd glared back “Something funny new guy?” Though the smile stopped just short of his eyes. The new guy was now leaning against his own door and giving Floyd that amused little smile. Well, it was empty except for the two guards at either end of their little hallway. The man entered his cell without much protest and stood perfectly still as he was freed from his restraints. Maybe they had given him a crazy neighbor? Floyd didn't miss the amused half smile though and wondered what he had done that was so amusing. He made eye contact with Floyd for a solid three seconds before the opening of his cell door drew his attention. Lips were pressed thin together, the only expression on an otherwise blank face. Stormy eyes flicked in constant motion, an intelligent twinkle indicating he wasn't missing a thing. The man looked to be in his early forties or late thirties, close cut dark hair spattered with a bit of gray. They were also all standing out of arms reach of the guy who was locked in four limb restraints. This wouldn't be too strange except they were not wearing their usual weaponry. The biggest guards were surrounding a comparatively small man, though he appeared to be of average height. Floyd leaned against his door and looked out to watch the procession. Looked like the room across the hall was finally getting filled. It wasn't meal time nor had he done anything wrong recently. Floyd Lawton stopped punching his bag when he heard the parade of footsteps out in the hall.