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That was the busiest night I had in over a week. We had to get everything ready in the one night so that we could put our plan into action the next day and not have to wait another week. I needed filling in so that I could help coordinate the plan while my little group, now a large group made up of slaves and other prisoners, finished preparations.

The entire circle had dispersed so that DB, who allowed me to call him Tiny, and I could talk and discuss the motions of the plan and how we could put them into action. Apparently, my small group of soldiers had formulated a plan without my say on things, and it was actually a decent one that could be pulled off, and got Tiny in on it as well. How they convinced him to join our cause, even for a little bit, and not get killed in the process was beyond my comprehension. Honestly, I didn't care how they managed it. All I cared about was the fact that he was on our side now and he was working with us instead of against us. That was good. So long as he was on our side, I couldn't care less.

All we needed to do was obtain a security guard's uniform in order to sneak past their sentinels so we could get to the main control panel. According to what little intelligence we had, there was a cargo ship that was heading to the prison to deliver food and any other supplies Xavier needed in order to keep us, his prisoners, alive just for his amusement. We were going to steal that ship, which was as clear as I could put it. Once we get to the main control panel, we free the prisoners all at the same time as they are unloading cargo inside the prison and charge them, as well as the rest of the guards, and storm the ship as well. Most cargo ships don't even carry weapons, so we expect little retribution from them if we decide to take the ship by force, which was exactly what we were going to do.

However, we have to find a way to get the guard's weapon's away from them before we set off the alarm. One method we came up with was whoever wore the fake uniform had to call a meeting in one of their meeting rooms and ask for their weapons to stay out of the room so they could convene. As added precaution, we steal the weapons and use them to our advantage. Tasers, batons, guns, et cetera. The more we had and the less they had the better. Our second method was to find a way to lock them in their rooms until the takeover was in order. If we could get their weapons as well, it would help us better. Luckily, the control panel that locked all the slaves and prisoners in also locked the doors to the cells that the guards slept in as well, as all we needed was someone in the control room doing all the work while we take the ship.

So basically, everything thrived on getting that uniform. Whoever got it had to be a good actor and needed to be as convincing as possible or else they would get spotted and alert the other guards, nullifying our plan completely as we would have to wait for another chance to attempt it once more. If that was even possible. Tiny told me that he already had three convincing men who could act as if their life was in the line, in which their lives were on the line. He told me to meet with them and determine which the best for the uniform is; though he would have the final say and either accept or turn away my choice.

I didn't argue, mainly because I couldn't. It was probably for the best that I let him run things up until I feel he can't run them anymore, then I take charge and hopefully pull things together once again. He would make a good asset to the Revolution, I thought, but I doubt that he would even consider joining us since we were so strict on freedom and the protection of the innocent. Knowing what he did to other prisoners in the past didn't exactly make me feel good about offering him, but nonetheless we could use someone like him.

Maybe I'll just ask him later, but for right now I needed to lend help wherever I could. There was still so much to do even before we put our plan into action. We still needed to gain as much support as we could from every prisoner if we were going to win this fight, and I knew from experience that there was strength in numbers. The more prisoners we could get onto our side would better our odds. Our odds were going to be terrible anyway, but we had no choice whether or not to postpone. I certainly didn't since I had a hulking mass of muscle and testosterone walking right beside me.

Most of the prisoners were already all for our plan while the stragglers were currently being swayed onto our side. It would take a bit of time and convincing, but I really felt like we could pull it off. The ones who were on our side talked to the stragglers, just having a normal conversation that made them look less suspicious and the less suspicion the better.

Suddenly, Tiny stopped right beside me.

"I have to take care of a few more things before we can get the hell out of here," he said. "I'm leaving you in charge of things while I'm away, so don't give me a reason to pound your face in when I come back, got it?"

He didn't use his hands or his fists to intimidate me. It was just a keep things in line or else suffer later type of conversation, even if it was just brief. There was no way in hell that was I going to let loose this guy's wrath on me. I still had a Revolution to get back to, and I still had a world and people to protect as well. Still, I swallowed my pride and let out a sigh.

"Fine," I replied. "What do you need me to do?"

"Remember the men I told you about who could serve as the fake soldier? I need you to go find them and figure which will be the perfect candidate. Just make sure I like your pick or I might pick someone else. Just don't give me a reason to, alright? You'll more than likely find them in the mess hall talking to each other. Just don't listen to what they say."

"Why?"

"They never break their stupid act. They used to be a group of four before one of them lied to me about something. Now, they're just three of them."

He threw a malicious smirk my way. I already knew he had a reputation for being the one everyone was meant to fear on this godforsaken prison, yet it surprised me that he hadn't already been executed after killing other prisoners. Maybe even Xavier was scared of him. We could use that to our advantage as well.

"Got it," I replied, waving my hand aside. "Don't worry about it. I'll make the right call."

"Cocky," he huffed. "At least I know you're not a complete push over, kid."

"I'm twenty," I countered, almost growing. I had my fists balled to my sides but that only proved his point further. The way I acted was just too childish at times. No wonder everyone called me a kid.

He rolled his eyes. "Case and fucking point."

And just like that, he walked away. I already expected him to do that anyway so it didn't surprise me when he did. No doubt he still had an inner hatred for me and still wanted to kick my butt all over the place, but at least we both agreed to hold off our rematch until after we broke out of this place. Even as he walked away, I had the urge to just counter him aloud, but I would only prove his point further.

I sighed, slumping and looking at the ground. Just because I beat up on one of my own men in order to gain respect from them did not mean I was respected now. It was more like I was feared rather than respected, and I knew for a fact that there was a clear difference between the two. There was no trust or conviction when it came to fear, its just out of complete uneasiness for the other. Respect is something that takes time and effort to gain, something that you know you have when you have others follow your orders without question of your superiority just because they trust you more than they fear you.

Man, I wish I had realized this before I had put Devon into a near coma. I should've just talked with the guy instead of fighting him. I just thought that if I asserted my dominance over him that he would respect my strength and authority and never question it again. But what I had really done was hurt the man who was fighting for the same cause as me, a brother in arms. He didn't deserve what I did to him. Talking probably could've solved a lot of problems between them and me. All the fighting could've been avoided if I had been on a level head instead of going purely on instinct.

Before I could even go to the actors for their role in the operation, I was going to have to make sure I had my people behind my back without a knife pressed against it. There was no time left to waste, so I made for a quick jog for where my men were, and they were probably somewhere in the lower chambers of the prison. I bypassed many guards as I ran by, looking over my shoulder as they turned to see what my rush was before shrugging and going back to their post.

It didn't take long until I found the otter and the Rottweiler from earlier. They were talking with a few other prisoners, probably trying to get them on our side, before I walked up. The group instantaneously disbanded, leaving only the otter and the canine.

"Come to beat us up too?" the canine sneered. "We have pressing things to discuss without you trying to--"

"I'm sorry," I cut him off.

They were both quiet for a few moments. The canine's mouth stayed agape during those long moments, making eye contact with his partner a few times. I could tell they weren't prepared for an apology, especially from me, and were still trying to let it sink in.

Finally, the otter broke the silence. "What?"

I sighed, placing my hands on my hips. "I'm sorry, alright?"

The Rottweiler snorted, folding his arms across his chest. "What're you so sorry about?" He sneered at me again, as if to say that he didn't believe a word that came out of my mouth. I couldn't blame the guy nor could I get angry with him either. They both had every right to hate me for what I did and what I failed to do, and I was not going to deny that.

"Everything," I rubbed my eyes. "I failed to lead you guys when you needed it most. I failed at trying to gain your trust and respect, instead turning it into hate and regret. Devon didn't deserve what I did to him, and I'm deeply sorry for what I did to him. I will apologize to him soon before this is all over, I promise. He deserves closure, respect, and honor for what he had done for the Revolution. What I did to him was idiotic and stupid and...completely childish and foolish."

"You did act childish for a while," the otter agreed.

"I know I did," I replied, softly. "I wasn't what a leader was supposed to be. I acted more like a stuck-up brat who wasn't getting his way rather than act like a leader who is supposed to lead with the conviction of his men. In the beginning, I wasn't leading any of you, but I now know that I need to step up and do what's right."

The Rottweiler was about to step forward, but the otter cut him off. "You do realize it's going to take more than words in order to fix things with us and the rest of the squad, right?"

I nodded. "I know. Instead of trying to convince any of you with words, I want to convince you with my actions. I will get you all out of here and safely back to the fleet." I stepped forward face to face with the otter. "And no one will be left behind."

They both exchanged looks of disbelief, which was completely understandable. If I was in their position, I wouldn't even trust myself after what I had done. It would take more than mere words in order to sway these guys' opinions about me. Instead of trying to prove to them by words, I was going to have to prove what I was telling them by my actions. It was just like that old saying: actions speak louder than words. This time though, I didn't have to go around and start beating up on people, especially those who were on my side.

Whatever they were talking about seemed to just be between the both of them. No words were muttered. It was almost like they were talking to each other through their eyes instead of with their mouths. Arthur, Zoey, and I did the exact same thing when we didn't want others knowing about our private conversations, so I had to take a guess that these two had mastered the art of keeping conversations on a need-to-know basis.

A few minutes passed by that involved only these two talking through their minds. I stood in front of them just waiting for someone to break the silence, knowing good and well that they needed the time to deliberate about whether or not to trust me.

Finally, after a long time of talking and killing my time, the canine spoke to me. "Alright. I think we both can speak for the rest of the infiltration squad that we can trust you now, but I want you to know that it will be a shaky alliance until we manage to escape. If we do manage to escape, you can count on the full support of our division back at the fleet, but that is only possible if you can get us out of this place."

Letting out a pained sigh, I nodded. "I understand. I don't expect you to fully trust me, especially after what I did, so I expected nothing less than a shaky alliance to begin with, but I can work with a thin foundation."

The otter chuckled, holding out his hand. "Well, alright then. Since we're finally working together, might as well start with our names. You can call me Casey Scott, or just Casey. My partner is Derek Prince. We're both Special Ops like you, so that'll give you a clue as to why the General chose us."

I nodded. "That makes a lot of sense now. It also explains why you guys tend to keep secrets from me a lot."

Derek scoffed, nearly chuckling. "The General sends new divisions of Special Ops to different locations just so the Overlord doesn't take us all out all at once. Casey and I were both trained at a secret compound located in northern Russia, and I'll tell you one thing, those Russians know how to push you to your limits."

"Not to mention they show no mercy," Casey broke in. "You learn fast or get left behind."

I shuddered. "God, a little harsh maybe?"

Derek shrugged. "Maybe, but it strengthens your will. You pass their course at the end of the year, and you can last against any type of interrogation from the Overlord's minions. It'll take months just to break you."

"And the Overlord doesn't have the time to deal with months of waiting," I cut in, scratching my chin out of curiosity. "He'd want the information fast and quick."

"Exactly, but if it was someone who was important," Casey chimed in, pressing his back against the wall. "then he'd be forced to take his time. That's why the Ghosts are the ones leading each of the fleets across the globe; it takes more than a simple interrogation to crack them."

"Wait, I didn't know that Damien had other family," I inquired. "I always assumed he was an orphan like Arthur, Zoey, and I."

Casey shook his head. "Actually, he and his family lead the fleets across the world. The Ghosts are the family to beat when it comes to the Overlord. The only member of the Ghosts who isn't present with us today is his blood brother Thomas since he gave his life for Damien at a young age."

It took me moments to process what he had said. Damien never really revealed his personal life to anyone, and how Casey knew about it was shocking enough to me. I didn't even know that he had a brother, let alone a family who ran the Revolution like a well-oiled machine. They don't tell us things like this when we're being trained, only telling and teaching us what we needed to know in order to survive out here in the field. I rubbed my eyes and tapped my foot, covering my mouth while my free arm lay folded across my chest, my mind pondering what other secrets Damien had kept from us. He had the right to keep his personal life away from us, so I couldn't really blame him for keeping his family and his deceased brother a secret. I wish he could've told us though. It would've made more sense why he was in charge and why no one questioned his authority.

Eventually, I looked back at Casey. "I didn't even know."

Derek shrugged. "He keeps his personal life out of his military one. Pretty smart if you ask me. It keeps the questions at a minimum and leaves him to focus on more pressing matters that don't involve a twenty question questionnaire every time he meets someone."

"How do you guys know about it though?" I asked, moving things along.

Derek huffed, standing up straight this time. "We do our research, and it just so happened that one of his family members was head of the facility where we were trained, and I must say, that girl can throw one hell of a punch."

"Girl?"

He nodded. "Yep. I'm not going to go into great detail, but I'll just say that she knows how to kick some serious ass."

Casey chuckled, slapping his friend on his arm in a friendly way. "You only learned this when you decided to challenge her, you asshole! She mopped the floor with you!"

While the canine's friend laughed away, the male pushed him aside and sighed. Did I see him blush? "Basically, the moral of the story is that you never go against a Ghost or you're going to regret it."

"I don't plan to make one of them my enemy," I responded, suppressing a chuckle since his blush became more evident over time. Casey didn't lighten up on the chuckling either, making his friend grown menacingly before tackling the otter against a wall, pushing him a few times before being pushed back. "I'll just take my leave. See you soldiers later."

I quickly dashed away as I heard Derek begin to chew his partner out for laughing, and all I could hear as I walked down the hall was chuckling and the fading curses of the canine. Too much time was burned away just from our lengthy conversation, so I was going to quickly make it to the actors for the uniform. I could only hope that they were as good as Tiny told me they were or else we were going to face some serious complications with this plan. There was some doubt that this plan could actually work, but I literally had no other plan to wing at this point. Besides, Tiny wanted out of here as soon as possible--even I wanted to get out of here as well--so I just had to go with the flow of things.

Still, I couldn't get over the fact that Damien was keeping secrets from us. He lived a busy life though, so I couldn't really blame him for keeping his personal life and family secret from the rest of us. Derek was right after all. If we hadn't known his family was leading the Revolution, he'd still be free of questions or concerns, and now that I did know about them, I had the sudden urge to ask him about each and every one of them and why they were the leaders of the Revolution. How did they lead this cause? How did they rise to their positions? Did they found the Revolution? How long have they served? How was Damien's brother killed? I wanted to know, but it wasn't my place to ask. Damien was just going to have to talk about his life on his own terms without me pestering him.

Even though I wanted answers to all my questions, I needed to keep them to myself for the time being. I could possibly answer a few of them just by researching the globe and asking around, talk to anyone who was close to Damien besides the Special Ops. There had to be someone in the fleet who knew enough about Damien and his family to give me more details, but the only problem was actually finding someone to answer my questions. Great, even more research.

Should I tell Arthur or Zoey? Probably not. They'd want to know the details just as much as I wanted to and would just go to Damien upright and ask the poor man what was what. Okay, so I couldn't tell them, sadly. Though they needed to know this, I had a feeling that it was better to keep this to myself rather than blab it around the fleet and get myself into some serious trouble. Not like I was in enough already, right? Yep. My decision was made.

Walking as fast as I could, I finally made it to the mess hall. Inside were only a handful of prisoners. Half of them had crowded around the tables and played cards while the other half talked around the room. Out of all of them, I spotted three just laying against one of the walls. Call it a hunch but I had a feeling that they were the actors I needed.

I walked right up to them, immediately grabbing their attention as their conversation quickly died off just at my presence. I noticed that they were all wolves with slick gray fur, sky blue eyes, and were the same height all the way around. They all apparently had the same body physique and style, each one of them a mirror of the other. The only way I could tell them apart were the suits they wore. The one on the far left had his top half ripped off with a white T-shirt over his chest while a long orange sash wrapped around his waist to keep his lower section from falling. The middle wolf had the sleeves ripped off his white shirt and his pants were torn below the knee, yet the way he held up his pants was that just like his predecessor. The left one seemed to be the most exposed one out of the group, keeping his chest bare while his pants stayed similar to the others.

Brothers. It hit me almost instantly. I had never met a set of triplets that seemed to have everything in common, especially height, except for the way they wore their clothes. They either had to be brothers or inmates who just happened to dress way too similar. I went with brothers though since they were just too alike each other to not be related.

The middle one without sleeves held out his hand and grabbed mine, shaking it viciously without regret. "The name's Sander." He then flipped his head towards the other two wolves by his side. "The left one is Thor, and the right one is Fleck. We're the Water brothers."

He eventually let go of my hand. I found it sore and throbbing from pain. Shaking it off, I greeted them in reply. "A pleasure. The name's--"

Thor held up his hand. "No need to worry about your name, Falkread. You're friends have thrown your name here and about before you decided to beat the shit out of their leader." He snickered, only to be jabbed at his side by Sander.

"Right," Sander sighed, moving the subject along. "I'm sure Tiny has informed you on the current situation already?" I nodded. "Good! That sure saves me a lot of time explaining what exactly is going on. You know what you need to do, correct?"

I nodded once again. "Choose which one of you is the best candidate for playing the role as the guardsman."

Fleck smiled, patting me on the shoulder not as hard as I thought he would. "Ha! I like this guy! He actually said 'playing the role' instead of being a dull guard who's just supposed to do his job."

Sander chuckled, patting Fleck's back. "You see, Falkread, we have a bit of an obsession with theatre. Everything astounds us about it! The people playing the part, taking on the character--the embodiment--of the person they are trying to act as! We love the people who rejoice when the act is done and the curtain falls! Oh, their cheering is just a wondrous musical note to our ears! It is...it is..."

"Glorious!" Thor finished, smiling just as brightly as his brothers. "Oh, the audience is glorious and generous with their cheer, giving the actors the energy they need to move forward with the show! Such beauty cannot be described! Oooh, someone catch me!" He fake swooned, only to be caught by Sander.

Fleck blushed. "Right, right, then! I think we've talked enough about our love for the theatre and the arts, and I know you're already on a busy schedule, so just go ahead and make your pick and we can be on our way!"

There was absolutely no room for me to put my two cents in anywhere in this entire conversation. Well, not until now at least. They were so much alike that it was really shocking to me, nearly scaring me at how good they were. I had a feeling that they were putting on an act just in front of me just to see who the best actor out of the bunch was. No doubt they constantly competed against each other to see who the better brother was, and I was not looking forward to this decision. Sure, I could just pick one of them and be done with this, but I couldn't just pick one without thinking about how good they presented themselves. All three of them were brothers and if there was anything that I knew about brothers, which was very little I might add, they constantly competed against each other to see who the best was. If I was going to make this decision, I needed to make it fast and smart.

Okay, I'll start with Sander first since he was the first to greet me before the other two. He looked nice and honest, but he could be putting on an act just to sway my opinions about him. For all I knew, he could be a terrible person who berated others and tried to get ahead of everyone else for his personal gain. He confused me a little bit, as did his brothers, but I could just not figure him out at all. We needed someone who could act without making another guard suspect who they were and just move on without a second thought. Personally, I don't think Sander was the one for the job.

Thor was next. Out of all three of them, he seemed to be the one that overacted just a tad too much. Even though I wasn't an arts person, I could tell when someone was overacting just by the way they did something. He seemed a little overdramatic and to me, he sounded cynical and sarcastic as if his words held little to no meaning behind them. Though he overacted and sounded sarcastic, he still had the look in his eyes that told me he could do something like this without getting himself caught. I didn't doubt that he could because he very well could, but I did not want to get my ass handed to me by Tiny, and I certainly did not want this plan to fail. Sorry, Thor, I just can't pick you.

Finally, Fleck was my last option and hopefully the one that I could count on for this plan to work. So far, he was the quiet one out of the bunch and whenever he talked, I actually felt like his words were believable despite the sudden feeling that I knew that they were just putting on a show for me to see who was better. He didn't overact like Thor and he certainly didn't confuse me with the way he spoke to me about the entire plan. His words were definitely honeyed just to please my ears, but I had a feeling he could play the part and not screw it up. There was no doubt in my mind that Thor was a good actor who could play the role without question, but I was not going to let the other guards think he was no who he was pretending to be with his overacting. I also didn't want to confuse the guards when it came to Sander and his puzzling way of speech. If we were going to pull this off, the only one out of the three brothers who acted subtle and smart with his skills was Fleck by far.

There was no more doubt in my mind that it was Fleck. All I had to do was look into his eyes and see that spark of passion that he had within him and smile back to the man in response. He threw a crimson colored blush and a smile my way, rubbing his shoulder in nervousness since I could tell that he knew that I had finally made my decision.

"Well then?" Thor asked, leaning close. "Who will be taking the stage on this magnificent journey?"

I was very glad my choice wasn't him, not that I had anything against him. He was just completely overdoing it for my standards. Again, I wasn't an arts person so I had no clue if overacting was good and being subtle was bad, but I just had this sinking feeling that when taking a part for your own then you need to blend in with the part without making yourself the center of attention, unless the role calls for it.

I pointed at Fleck. "Fleck will be the one who...plays the part." I nearly plainly said "uses the disguise" but stopped myself just to keep my own act up that I actually had some method to my madness, which wasn't a complete lie.

Thor's jaw immediately dropped. "W-What? Him? You choose him over me? I was named after a god, you ingrate! My talents far transcend my pitiful brothers and yet you still deny me this satisfaction? How dare you?" His voice was cold and all that sweet honey that used to be in his voice was gone and all I could feel from those words now was pure hate and disgust for me. Talk about poor sportsmanship.

Before I could even react, Thor made a grab for me, but I was stunned to see as both Sander and Fleck hold him back. He growled and hissed at me, spitting on the floor in front of me. I had no idea if he was cursing me out in a show-biz kind of way, but I did not want to stay for very long.

As I turned away, Thor's head jerked in the direction of Fleck. "Et tu, brother? Was father not the same way?"

I left the room as fast as I could. There was no doubt in me that they were strong, but there was also no doubt in me that Thor was strong as well. I quickly jogged down the hallway in hopes to lose the brothers as quickly as possible so that it would take Thor some time to find me in case he wanted to fight me for not being the prodigal son.

In less than half an hour we managed to get Fleck away from Thor without the angered brother flipping his lid. I don't know how they managed to calm down the so called "god" but apparently they did, and I was lucky enough to walk by the man a few times without getting myself in trouble. He did bump my shoulder a few times when I was running to certain factions of prisoners who all played different roles in the plan. Some were going to be diversion groups that disbanded any stray guards while another group rushed any unarmed guards, ganging up on any lone guards so that they couldn't interfere anymore.

Casey and Derek from earlier had apparently talked to the other members of the group that snuck in with me. I was surprised to find that what they said wasn't really negative. Every member that came with me brushed my shoulder at least once, throwing a cocky smile and a wink my way. If that wasn't surprising enough, a few actually patted me on the shoulder and thanked me for the honorable words I told to Casey and Derek. They also added a "don't let us down" at the end hopefully not to spook me more even though that's what was going on in their minds when they passed me by.

Honestly, failure to me at this point was not optional. Everything was already going into action and there was no stopping it, so I could not fail or else I would fail every single slave in this place at a chance for pure freedom. The ones who had lost their will to fight were slowly coming back just for this final push for freedom, and I was not going to deny them this right like they had been denied many times before. No. I was not going to fail these men. I had already failed myself once by acting like a child in front of many of them, but I was not going to make that same mistake twice. It was time to grow up and lead.

I eventually found Tiny in the courtyard with a few of his close partners. With reckless abandon, I quickly paced myself over to him and looked him dead in the eye, motioning him to follow. He raised a brow at me but did not attack, yet he walked with me and disregarded his friends.

"Everything's almost ready," I stated, keeping confidence within my voice. "Fleck is just about ready with the guards uniform."

He raised his brow and smiled. "Ah, good call. I always liked him more than I liked Thor. Either Sander or him would've been a good pick honestly, but if you had chosen Thor...I would have to disagree with you."

"He doesn't take rejection well," I added, sighing.

Tiny nodded. "No kidding. He needs to get his panties out of a knot is what I'm thinking. Just glad to made the right call is all I'm concerned about though. I'll just make sure Thor doesn't get this notion that he's calling the shots or else he's going to have a problem."

"I wouldn't worry about him right now," I cut in. "Seems his temper is calm now, or what calls for calm in this place."

He smiled, huffing. "Excellent. What about the other factions?"

"The ones to asked for are completely ready. Faction A will attack any stray guards and subdue them for the remainder of the plan while Faction B diverts any guards too far from A's position towards a different area and from there they will subdue any remaining guards and hide them where others cannot find them. Faction C will be the incognito group that plays the innocent group that will not defend themselves and purposefully get in trouble so that D will come from behind and attack the guards while their defense is down."

What I was saying seemed to be music to Tiny's ears, for he smiled and nodded his head in approval. "Perfect. And when exactly is this plan going into action?"

"Five minutes to midnight, giving us half an hour to take down any threat before the ship arrives. Once the major threat is eliminated, we round up all the remaining prisoners and make a break for the ship while Fleck gains their trust with the two of us. We'll be going on the ship with only him."

"How long until the guards manage to break out of their 'meeting' room, then?"

"If they're stupid, an hour. If they're smart, half an hour. That's the max I can predict they'll be in that room. Any guards that are subdued will stay silent for half an hour tops, so that's why we're grabbing any sort of utensils to keep them quiet like tape or rope or handcuffs."

"And what about the men on the ship? Kill them or keep them alive?"

"Do what you do best," I replied, hating every single word that came out of my mouth right then and there. "We're taking the stage whether Xavier wants it or not."

"What about him though? Did you leave him out?" Tiny asked, folding his arms across his muscled chest.

I shook my head. "No. Fleck is going to make sure that he's at the meeting as well whether he wants to go or not. If he doesn't go to the meeting, Fleck will make sure the man won't wake up."

A wicked smile grew upon Tiny's face. "This is gonna be fun. The Overlord will think twice before locking up me in this place. Get some rest then...Falk. In about two hours, we're taking this prison by storm and we're taking that ship to boot."

Before we parted ways, thunder clasped in the distance and I could see the thick gray clouds begin to form just as they usually do. More and more cracks of thunder vibrated against the air, rattling the entire prison as it drew closer and closer towards this soon to be relic. Tiny was right. We were taking this prison by storm and Xavier wasn't going to stop us. I was going to die before I allowed this mission to fail, and I was not going to die anytime soon.

So, I walked to my quarters and met with David before all hell broke loose.