I was originally gonna upload yesterday and earlier today, but unfortunately this site decided to be stupid and continuously redirect me to errors whenever I tried to save the doc, Hell, even when I went to click on anything at all I'd get an error.

Infinite's POV, several hours later

My prayers have been answered, but not in the form I really expected. That Gadget guy really did tell the truth after all, but it only took him several months to get me, then again how was he supposed to know I was in the middle of the ocean for several months? I'd much rather prefer my squad to come get me, but Gadget did say that there weren't any cross-continental flights from the U.F to here, so that must be why then.

I've made sure to keep his bomb well hidden into my jumpsuit, I'm just hoping that no one notices that I'm hiding anything. Probably be shot dead on the spot.

They ended up immediately sending me to do more damn work. Almost nine hours straight of hacking at stone with a pickaxe nonstop. I don't understand why anyone's letting these people get away with such dirty acts.

I was exhausted, tired, and out of breath. I raised the pick up and continued digging into the wall with my body drenched in sweat. I wiped some off of my face made sure not to touch my forehead injury, even though it was actually mostly healed not surprisingly. The meds that gave me when I was out did wonders for it.

I kept hacking at the wall alongside the other prisoners who looked just as miserable as I was. I'm not a bloody prisoner, I'm a mercenary for crying out loud! I thought to myself. Suddenly the loudspeaker kicked on. "Attention all prisoners, you are all finished your shifts. Please proceed to the cafeteria."

I sighed in relief at that announcement. I didn't think they'd even feed us honestly.

I happily dropped the pickaxe, only to feel a smack onto my face. I looked up at a human guard. "Hey, pick that up and drop it off like you're supposed to, rat!" I barred my teeth at that comment, but kept my cool and picked up the pick and walked down the tunnels to a little building where all the prisoners were putting away their pickaxes. I went inside where several a bunch of shelves were located and put the pick up onto one and left to the elevator.

I looked down at my own feet, which were also sore from standing all the time. Rarely did I get a break. My eyes didn't cast a glance to any of the other's. Last thing I needed was more unnecessary attention to myself.

The elevator rose up to the surface, few talked. There were just as, if not more exhausted than me. When we got up to the surface, cold windy air and snow hit my face. I blocked it out of the way and saw it was dark out and snowstorming outside. Snow covered the entire ground now. The guards ushered us out.

I took a moment to stop and take in this sight I rarely ever see. I only got to see snow on the very few occasions I had to travel up north during the winter months with my squad to complete work that we had been given by some anonymous employer. I kneeled down and grabbed some snow off the ground and felt its softness with my bare hand before moving along.

We were led to a huge cafeteria where we all lined up to the actual cafeteria area to be served our food. I grabbed a tray and patiently waited. I got a nostalgic feeling that reminded me of my school years when I was a younger teenage jackal long ago.

After waiting probably half an hour, I was served a tray-ful of food with a bottle of water and I felt my stomach growl, aching for food to fill it. I never noticed how hungry I really was until the smell of fresh food it my nose. I picked a table that wasn't too crowded and sat down with a few other prisoners. They had given me two oranges, a bowl of soup and a few pieces of garlic break and I began to mow it down hungrily.

I finished the oranges and waited for the soup and bread to cool. The oranges tasted alright. I tapped my foot and grabbed a piece of garlic bread. I took a large bite of it, and to my surprise, it tasted really good too. I ate that piece and ate some of my soup.

It wasn't long until I ate everything. Despite the horrible treatment here, the food was actually quite good. I burped and sipped some water. I checked the time on the clock at the front which read 10:21 PM. "How long do lunches last here?" I asked.

"Forty-five minutes." The person sitting across from me said. He pulled two things out of his pocket, a pack of smokes and matches. "Anyone want a smoke?" He asked. Almost all of the prisoners at my table said yes and grabbed a cigarette from the box and match to light it.

"Sure, give me one too, it's been too long." I said. He gave me one of each. I put the smoke in my mouth and lit it with the match. I took a drag and nearly gagged. It tasted disgusting, but I guess this is what I'm stuck with for now. The other guys began having a conversation about this-and-that while I just kept to myself. I looked out the window next to us and saw some trucks arriving from the gate.

"Listen up!" Someone called, it was the warden at the front of the caf'. "If you hear your name, you are to get up and follow us." He announced and began calling names of prisoners. I was hoping he wasn't going to call mine. He finished without calling mine, luckily. Him and the guards took the called up prisoners outside. I watched them be loaded onto the trucks.

"What's that all about?" I asked.

"Occasionally, those trucks come and some of get loaded up into those trucks and take them somewhere. We don't know where, but anyone who gets on those trucks never come back. Ever."

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