Four Days Ago. Black Dolphin Prison. Russia.
The prisoners in the cafeteria all shuffled around to get to their seats after receiving what passes for food in this place. Grits and green beans. I usually sit at the table in the back so I can observe everyone and everything. Nothing gets pass me. My only friend in this dump, Boris, comes to pay me a visit as always. He always has a story for me whenever we meet in the cafeteria. But this time around, he's going to be telling me how to escape. This prison has been around for 77 years and only one person was able to break out of here. Pretty soon, I'll be the first.
"You never did tell me your name." Boris said, sitting across from with his tray of food.
"I don't have a name Boris. I told you." I said, taking a swig of the room temperature water. "Do you have something for me?"
"Ways on how to escape?"
"Yes. But the other thing." I said, maintaining eye contact with him.
"The suit? Sure, sure." Boris said, followed by a pause.
"Uh well......where is it?"
"It's being checked out by a bunch of scientist down in the basement. They've never seen anything like it."
"Now about breaking out of here. Last time we met, you told me that you were a master escape artist during your time as a KGB agent. You're clearly the oldest person in this sh*thole. So why haven't you escaped?" I asked.
"There's nothing for me out there. Everything I've ever loved is gone, so I might as well rot in here. Meet me at the yard in 10 minutes and I will show you the way but I must remind you, it will not be an easy task."
"I've broken out of prisons before Boris." I said, smirking with confidence.
"So these prisons that you broke out of. Did they have a Rocket Red Brigade?" He asked.
This is Red X #1 for DCRC. I'd like some feedback on this. It isn't done.
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