"Orders?" sneered Feras to himself as he walked behind the other on the way to his cell. "I don't take orders from any one, especially a high and mighty governor who hides behind others."
When he got back to his cell he continued his usual routine. Standing at the door stairing outside of his cell, waiting, thinking. Then a smirk ran across his face. Why would they want prisoner's for what ever they're planning, unless... he thought It's a suicide mission
When he got back to his cell he continued his usual routine. Standing at the door stairing outside of his cell, waiting, thinking. Then a smirk ran across his face. Why would they want prisoner's for what ever they're planning, unless... he thought It's a suicide mission