"Okay," Jason said as he unrolled a map. He set it on a small table that was in the room. "There are exits here, here, here, here, and one secret one over there," he said while pointing to various places on the map.
"A secret one?" I asked.
"Yes," he replied. "I only know about it, because I made it." He continued.
"You made it?"
"Yes, when they were building the prison, I wanted a way to let people go, if they were held here when they did nothing wrong. When the building crew left for the day, I knocked out a wall of a storage cupboard. I put one of my own locks of the door and I have the key. As far as the guards know, it's just a useless door."
"Wow!" I exclaimed. He's good looking, and clever.
"Shh! Don't let them hear you," he whispered. "So we can wait until night, when it is princess Lily's coronation, that way, the guards will be gone. We can sneak out the secret door," he explained.
"But what about Elijah?" I asked.
"I don't know, I don't have the key to his room"
"We have to get him out of here too!" I exclaimed.
"Shh!" he snapped. "If anyone hears, we will be in so much trouble!"
"Okay," I whispered.
"Elijah's room is over here," he said pointing to the top corner of the map. "That's the room where third strikers go before they die."
My palms went clammy and sweaty. I didn't really know Elijah that well, but I still don't think he should die from walking. Okay, trespassing. But still, he helped me out, so I thought I should do the same for him.
"How can we help him escape?" I said a little too loudly.
"Shh!" Jason hissed.
"I've got an idea!" I shrieked.
"Shut up!" Jason yelled back. Too late. A guard was at the door. He practically knocked it down. He wasn't exactly the lightest feather. More like a 400-pound boulder. He was so tall; I only went up to his elbows. His face was all wrinkled and oily. Of course, he was wearing the uniform, but his stomach was sticking out of the bottom of his shirt. It was even more painful to look at his legs, in the purple, spandex-like pants. I wanted to barf. Jason looked disgusted too.
"Did I hear yelling? Well, I heard it or else why would I be in here?" he asked. His voice was low and gravely. I could immediately tell this guy wasn't the brightest bulb in the box.
"Well?" he asked.
"Sir Famall, my captor cant talk, and besides, we are not even supposed to talk to prisoners, so you couldn't have possibly heard us yelling," Jason explained. He was very believable. He was a very good liar.
"Oh," he grumbled. "Sorry to bother." After he left I said
"Where did you learn to lie like that?"
"Oh please," he said sarcastically, "You could say the grass it orange and that guy would believe you."
I giggled.
"What's with those ugly outfits?" I asked.
"Well, King Wenchester died yesterday. He was the one who made us wear these horrible outfits. Everyone says that sector G will be so much better when Lily becomes queen. King Wenchester was a horrible man. He used his leadership poorly. His daughter, Lily, the heir to the throne, is against his actions 100 percent. She'll make a great leader," Jason explained.
"Oh, so I guess its good for sector G that Wenchester is no longer king," I said. Jason nodded.
"Well, do you know how to get Elijah out of here?" Jason asked.
"Okay, here's my plan…"