"This is just great."

They sat behind bars in the jail, glad to be alive but furious that Cole had restrained them to the roof until the cops had arrived to put them away. Ron sat in a corner sulking while Keith paced in contemplation, kicking pebbles across the floor and cursing the "superhero" to Hell. An ordinary robber sat with them as well, but he was asleep now and ignored them when he wasn't.

"Let it go, Keith, we can't kill him." The conduit's voice was sullen and depressed, a surprising change in the normally curious and upbeat Reaper. "He's just too strong."

He cast him a scowl and told him, "I know that! I'm thinking of a way to escape!" Resuming his pacing and ignoring the robber's snores, he kept that up for several minutes before he stopped and smacked his palm with his fist. "I've got it! We can get the attention of a mad bomber to blow up the wall!"

He ran to the tiny window and waited for a long time, tapping his foot impatiently and causing Ron to get curious. Eventually the conduit asked him, "What are you doing?"

"Waiting for a bomber." Then he suddenly swung his arms around and started screaming, "Hey, you, come here! Yeah, you!" The mad bomber shuffled over, and the Reaper motioned towards the wall. "A little help here?"

The bomber tilted his head and stared at him for a moment, and then he squealed and shouted, "Ooh, Spazz remembers you! Spazz remembers the two who spoke ill of the bombers! Spazz will kill you for such blasphemy!" Giggling hysterically, he took out his explosives and let out a primitive shriek, but when Keith had rolled out of the way a sudden rocket struck Spazz's back and caused an explosion not of his own doing. The blast threw parts of the now broken wall into the room, but luckily it missed Keith as he coughed at the dust it kicked up. The robber on the bed, however, was not so lucky, having a blanket of rubble overwhelm him, placing him in an eternal state of sleep.

Ron had jumped to his feet to help in some way, but he watched as Jack stepped over the rubble and roughly pulled Keith to his feet. "Do I always have to save you fags' asses?" Grumbling darkly, he turned to Ron and jerked his head dismissively. "Come on, Sasha's waiting for you guys."

The two winced at the name, and Keith mumbled, "Shit . . ." Reluctantly, they followed the oversized Reaper and wished they could have stayed in the cozy cell for a little longer. They weren't prepared to meet Sasha's wrath.