This evening she had just sat down after coming in from work and flicked on her broadcasted teleprompter and absentmindedly began to remove her shoes. It was time for Company's propaganda segment on how great life is for Company employees. Racheal sighed and almost flicked it off when a speacial news bulletin came in.
"Good evening, " said the reporter, a male fully decked in Company dress uniform. "Tonights top story, Richard B. Riddick, Convict who escaped Company Facilities on Ursa Lunar has finally been captured." A stock photo of Riddick showed on the screen. " An Unknown merc has just collected the bounty on this killer. Our sources have not yet determined who this merc is, or how much the final settlement was. All we know is that Riddick is now safely back at Ursa Lunar and this Merc ...whoever he or she is, deserves our gratitude."
Racheal sat stunned, somehow she knew he couldnt run forever, but she had hoped he would.
Working quickly, she got her shoes back on. Grabbing her things she left.
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Riddick sat back in his cell, this was the part he hated...the quietness. Not the quietness of the slam, between the yells and screams and laughter of the fellow inmates, slams were rarely quiet. It was the quietness of his mind that bothered him. When he was on the run it was his all consuming thought. Where were they and how do I get away? No other thoughts penetrated. All that mattered was survival and freedom. Here back in slam, where they had stuck him in a triple max area of the prison, there was time to think of other things, the past. At least until his mind became preoccupied again with how to escape.
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Racheal knew what she was going to do, only she didnt know how she was going to manage it. Break into one of the most secure prisons in the system, just to see someone she had convinced herself she didnt care about. Why would she risk her new life in Company, and probably earn herself a cell right along side Riddick for this little stunt? She told herself that there were too many unanswered questions. Too many loopholes in what she needed to close off that section of her life. If she had pressed the issue with Company they might have granted her a conference with him...but that would tip them off to what she was planning, in case they refused. No she could do this. If Riddick could break out of a slam, certainly she could break in.
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So he had earned himself his own cell. Riddick looked around, sure it was about half the size of a small skiff interior, but it would do, for now. There was no window, no bars, only three walls and twenty zigzagging lazer beams that sliced thru anything that touched them. Sucked for escapeing but excellent for making a new shiv. He broke a peice of hard plastic off the bottom of his bunk and began using the lazer to cut himself a new blade. It wasn't much but it was light and it was sharp, and in a pinch it could rip right through someone.
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