020 awoke to a loud crash down the hallway of cells, right by the gate door. He sat up quickly, taking a quick stock of his surroundings; he glanced through the bars to the cell just adjacent from his, where 029 met his eyes in equal apprehension.
More noises were being made, with loud grunts and growls of "Move!" being heard by all the prisoners.
020 became calm again; it was a newbie. Nothing special, no surprise midnight visits from Shaw or anything. No big deal.
He turned to lay back down on his cot when he heard the newbie's voice ring though loud and clear: "Please! Please! I don't want this! I'm not meant to be here! Let me talk to my brother, he'll sort this out! I'm Charles Xavier! Don't you know who I am?"
020 turned in shock; he had never heard a slave speak like that before…not in a long, long time. What kind of slave was this? Didn't he know the punishments? 020 stared wide eyed at 029 who was busy glaring holes through the now-passing newbie, "Charles", being dragged by two large shaded guards who were doing a thorough job of ignoring the desperate pleas.
He wasn't surprised; this Charles was causing a ruckus, and where a ruckus was made, Shaw appeared. No one wanted to see Shaw down here.
"Please! Oh, there's been a mistake!" The prisoner was now wailing from his new cell where the guards had thrown him before briskly walking away. 020 raised his eyebrows at 029 suggestively, who scoffed at him and turned to flop back into her cot ungracefully. Well, fresh meat.