Well, isn't this unusual? I updated on a weekday! I forgot to mention this but I have some good news; I might be able to update more often from now on because I only have three classes in school now and I've been getting better sleep at night. Every second day I can leave school a class early, and I take small pills that help me sleep at night. The primary reasons why I update only once a week are my school and lack of sleep.

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Infinite's POV

I continued to watch, the trucks now pulling away from the lot and to the exit of the prisoner. I turned my heat towards my fellow prisoners. "So they don't come back?" I asked, slightly tilting my head in curiosity.

"Not one that went onto one of those trucks were ever saw again once they left this horrid place. Some say those trucks lead to freedom, but I am doubtful of that." The one sitting diagonally across from me. "This has been going on for several years." He stopped and continued to eat his food. I just kind of looked down in boredom.

"Maybe once I'm out, I'll find out the deal with those trucks. See where they go before heading home." I thought aloud. I heard some snickers from the table. I perked my head up. "What's so funny?" I asked, looking around in slight confusion before getting a little agitated. I'm not very fond of being laughed at.

"That's quite the big dream you have; getting out of here? You. Wish." The sitting behind me chuckled. I turned around and looked at this snickering human.

"HEY!" I exclaimed, nearly shouting. "I already have a plan to get us all out. You won't be laughing when you're proven wrong." I explained and pointed a finger. I turned back around to my table, grumbling to myself. Everyone else seemed have ignored what I said and were talking about other things.

For the next fifteen minutes, towards the end of this late-night lunch, nothing really happened. That is until the warden returned back to the caf', and he called my name.

Some anxiety swept over me. I thought the trucks already left. Maybe the forgot about me somehow? I thought. Honestly, from what I've seen in this country alone I didn't want to get on one those trucks, probably because I know something bad will happen to me. Already enough has happened to me, and for what?

I felt sweaty, but came to my senses and got up. I looked up and he motioned for me to come. I walked through the aisles of tables and to the front. I stopped once there. "What?" I asked, looking much up at them. He straightened his tie.

"Don't be worried, Infinite. You aren't getting on any trucks tonight, but you are speaking with me about important matters. Come on." He explained to me. I felt relieved.

"You heard em', go." I heard one of those asshole guards that stomped on my tail earlier. I recognized the fox's voice. "Or I'll happily yank out some of that hair you have. I growled. He was NOT touching my hair, that's for sure. I decided to make that known to him. I turned around.

"It's one thing to stomp on my tail and threaten to cut it off, but yanking at my hair is something you'll seriously regret!" I snarled at him. That only earned me a smack to my face with his fist.

"Both if you, come!" I heard the warden shout from the doorway into the hall. We both stopped. I decided it was best to follow his order. I looked down at my feet as we walked along.

He took me to an upstairs section of the main building, a place normally prisoners weren't supposed to go. We arrived at a brown wooden door that had the warden's name on it, a name I definitely couldn't pronounce. I watched him fiddle with keys and unlock the door after finding the correct key and we entered.

The room was a very old-fashioned one, complete with a desk, bookshelves, cabinets, a computer and all of that.

"Trax, you stay and monitor the prisoners. This is a private conversation between only us."

"You don't want me even for simple protection, sir?" Trax asked scratching his head. "He could do something rash without guard supervision." I heard the human sigh and I stepped back, deciding to keep my trap shut. I wasn't about to be hit again.

"I have the emergency button in here for a reason! If something happens, you'll know."

"I understand, sir. I'll be on my way out." The fox left the room, closing the door.

"Now, onto you." He stated, walking around the office with his hands behind his back.

"Well, what about me?" I asked, giving a questionable shrug. "Am I special or something?"

"Indeed you are. You may have noticed during your very short time here with us, we've been going easy on you. We even provided medical care for you when you injured your forehead, something that never happens here." He explained.

"But why exactly? People say I helped commit genocide or something like that. If that's true, then why?"

"That's the interesting case here, I was ordered by our dictator, Vyacheslav Dragovich, to specifically provide you with available necessities that no normal inmate would get." The warden explained.

"What's he want with me?" I asked once more.

"To meet you personally and make a deal with you. A deal far beyond me and even some of the government in this country. Dragovich has been eager to meet you after finding out you were transferred here from the United Federation, however because of other issues the meeting hasn't been able to take place yet until tonight."

"Oh, tonight? Ehm, alright." I honestly didn't want to get involved with higher-ups such as Dragovich. Especially since he's the one who's behind the evil of this country. "Can I refuse?" He shook his head.

"You have no choice but to leave and hear what he has to say. In approximately two hours, a helicopter will arrive here and pick you up. You'll be called once it arrives... in the meantime, shower up. Also, I know you've worked a day's work in the tunnels, so I'll have you do something else. What is something that needs to be done around here?"

I saw my opportunity and decided to take that chance. "Perhaps I can clean the basement?"

"Sure, you can definitely do that. I'll call two guards to escort you to your cell to shower." He said. I simply thanked him.

Tonight, there's no way in Hell am I going to that deal. Tonight, I'm getting the fuck out of here for good.

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