POV: Wynter
OH MY GOD OH MY GOD EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! flashed through my head. Saber hitting on someone we just met. How romantic. NOT. But he was right about one thing. We were getting all of us out. And I had an idea.
The designer of this cell was obviously an idiot. A window within arms reach, only one actual wall. Seriously, The Boss needs to find a new architect.
"Ok, here's the plan," I said two days later, "at shower period, Cavan will take his deck of cards and some water and place them in the leg of his bunk. Then he will place the dismantled heated blanket under the leg. This creates a makeshift pipe bomb. When it goes off, we will attack the guards while they are distracted. If all goes well, we will be able to access the sewers from the boiler room," .
I look around at my mismatched crew. Cavan flexing his hands agitatedly. Nadia staring at the wall. Michael tapping his foot on the ground. He looked up and nodded. That was the seal of approval. Plan Broken Bar was a go.
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One Last Bullet
ActionCivilized life. The phrase we use when we describe the way we live. But it's all a masquerade. There are groups of people, sinister people, that hide behind the false blanket of security that is civilized life. And they don't care who they hurt to g...
