"What's going on?" Matthew whispered.
"Shh," Doctor Mancha replied.
Matthew clamped his mouth shut. He had been in a similar situation with Jayce back in Nevada and he wanted to try to pry open the control panel by the door but he didn't have his knife.
"Move," Doctor Mancha whispered. Matthew felt himself being tugged to the right as the door flew open. the sound of marching soldiers filled the room as Doctor Mancha dragged Matthew into a corner.
"Search the room," said an unfamiliar voice, thick with an English accent.
"Yes sir!" came a coursed reply.
Matthew held his breath and tried to flatten himself to the wall. Doctor Mancha was so close to Matthew that they would have appeared glued together if they could be seen. The marching soldiers were now making their way around the room. The only light was what the door was letting in from the hallway, even then, those were only the backup lights.
The soldiers drew nearer. The figure of the English man was bathed in the door light. He was tall, dressed in white with black knee-high boots, his appearance screamed authority. His face had a long scar that messed with what would have made him handsome. His dark hair was slick, his cheekbones prominent, and his brown eyes were searching the room and surveying his soldiers. The soldiers were growing nearer, closer with every step, and then....
"Here!" yelled the soldier closest to Matthew and Doctor Mancha, "two of them!"
Matthew was hoisted by his armpit and dragged over to the man in the doorway who lowered his hand from behind his back. He smiled, his smile wrinkled the scar that was stitched into his right cheek. "What have we here?" he asked. Neither Matthew nor Doctor Mancha answered, "your names?" bellowed the man.
"Charles Mancha."
The man relaxed and turned his gaze to Matthew, "and you?"
Matthew tilted his head to look at the man, "Matthew Peterson," he said defiantly.
"Well it would be rude of me not to introduce myself, you may know me but just the same, I am the Prime Minister of Great Britain, Michael Blake."
Matthew's suspicion was confirmed. But how had they found them? Surely if Taylor had given the location of the base then President Collinson would have turned up instead of Prime Minister Blake. Maybe President Collinson wanted someone else to do his dirty work.
"Take them away with the others," Blake ordered.
Matthew was cuffed and then shoved out of the gym with Doctor Mancha. They reached the cells and Matthew was pushed in but Doctor Mancha was not.
"Where..?" the word formed on Matthew's lips.
"Prime Minister Blake has some special questions for you," the man holding Doctor Mancha said.
Matthew saw terror blaze in Doctor Mancha's eyes as they dragged him off. Matthew turned to his cell mates. There was hardly any room to move. Both cells were full but April ran up to him and pressed her lips to his. "I was so worried!" she cried as they broke apart.
"I'm fine," Matthew replied.
"You're lucky you weren't in the med bay. I heard them say if there was anyone there to kill them," April queried.
Matthew felt dread suck at him. Nurse Felton was most likely dead then. He forced himself to smile, "narrow escaper of death, that's me!"
April smacked Matthew on the arm but laughed. Matthew didn't feel any pain in his arms anymore, just slight burning once and a while. "So how are you all?" Matthew asked as he sat down on the cell floor.
"We're okay, we've been trying to think of who gave away the location," April replied.
"I think it was Taylor," Jayce said gruffly from the cell beside Matthew's.
"That was my first assumption too," Matthew said. "But why would England's Prime Minister come all the way to Maine when President Collinson is closer."
"Because he's afraid of you," Nora said from beside Jayce.
"He's afraid of me?" Matthew echoed.
"Naturally. You've thwarted him once too many times, you've cheated death and he's mad. If he can't destroy you then maybe someone else can," Nora replied.
"So he sent Britain's Prime Minister after me?" Matthew asked.
"Yes, they are in league. The only way one has managed to stay in power is because of the other," Nora replied.
Before anyone could say anymore a yelp of pain came from outside the cell door. Prime Minister Blake was yelling. "YOU WERE ON OUR SIDE! NOW YOU'RE HELPING THEM!" his voice carried.
Doctor Mancha replied weakly, "never on your side, never."
"Double agent, were you?!" Blake yelled. "Collinson was wrong to trust you, to betray secrets!"
"Collinson never trusted me anyway. He never told me anything, he knew my intentions."
"Then why didn't he tell me!?" Blake shouted.
"He doesn't trust you either," Doctor Mancha replied.
There was more yelling and grunts of pain until there was a blood curdling cry that made everyone cringe. The door to the cells was flung open and a bloodied and battered Doctor Mancha was shoved into Matthew's cell.
"What did they do to you?" April asked.
Doctor Mancha didn't reply, "he's unconscious," Matthew said.
"We don't stand a chance against them," Brysen, of Division one, said.
"Oh, but we do," Matthew said. "This happened to one man, there are many of us."
"Yes but if you hadn't noticed we're in our own jail cells!" Syd yelled.
"We won't be for much longer," Matthew said.
"What are you talking about?" Nora asked from her cell.
"Wait and see." Matthew slipped off his watch and pried open the back panel. He took out the battery and pressed it against the cell bars. Flicking a small switch in the watch caused the battery to spark. The spark was big enough to fry the lock and Matthew pushed open the door.
