Chapter 2
When you awake, you are lying in a cot made out of metal and a scratchy canvas mattress. Looking up, you can see a very dim light bolted onto the ceiling.
You roll your eyes.
Typical, you think. They have tossed me into a cell.
In all honesty, you don't really know any significant Resistance secrets; your only real reason for joining was that you hated the First Order like the rest, and it was a good way to make your skills with a blaster useful.
"If you're done sulking," comes the voice of Kylo Ren, making you jump, "here is some food and water for you."
You turn your head and give a start, as he is right next to you, crouching down, as if he were observing you while you slept. He gestures to a small table next to your cot, upon where a tiny plate of vegetables and meat sits, along with a glass of water.
Sitting up, you scowl at him and push your hair out of your eyes.
"I'm not eating that."
A low growl comes from Kylo's throat. "Why the hell not?"
"You could have poisoned it for all I know."
"Please. If I wanted you dead, I would have killed you already."
"Fair point," you say, taking the plate and eating slowly, sipping some water as well.
"Tell me," Kylo continues, standing up, "do you like your quarters?"
He easily towers over you, since you are sitting down. You finish eating and stand up as well, looking at him hard.
"Much better," you reply, "since no one can bother me here. Except for you. Ren, why am I here? You can see into my mind. I know nothing new. So why don't you let me go and save yourself a whole lot of hassle?"
"You don't seem very afraid," he observes.
"Maybe it's because you're more annoying than terrifying."
You've hit a nerve. He growls again and snaps, "I've decided to keep you here because as the best sharpshooter in the Resistance, you are still quite valuable, even if you know nothing. I doubt your friends will not want to come for you."
You scoff. "Well, it's nice to know I'm loved."
He raises his head to the ceiling and you wonder if he's rolling his eyes.
"Don't push your luck, (Y/N)," he snaps. "We might still kill you."
He heads out and slams the cell door shut.
Leaning against the bars, you call, "Lovely of you to visit!"
You hear him groan, and let out a laugh.
You spend the next hour or so staring at the bars, trying to figure out a way to escape. Pacing back and forth, you try to figure out their make. Since you have no way on proving, you assume it is probably iron. You have nothing on you to magnetize to prove it, but it is a safe assumption.
Perhaps the cot could be of help?
No luck, it's bolted down. You curse under your breath.
A red light of some kind catches your eye, and you look up to find a security camera staring back at you in the upper corner.
Defeated, you plop down on the cot and sigh. There is no way out.
Shutting your eyes, you cross your arms over your chest.
Then it comes to you.
Oh, it's a very reckless and dangerous plan, but it might work.
Perhaps a good way to escape is to not be sneaky at all.
