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Ch 13

Wufei glared at the bars that were holding him in the cell waiting for lights on. He hadn't been able to sleep thinking about the potential people of his colony that were out there suffering. Or had been and were now dead because of the terrible fate they found themselves in after trying to find fellow survivors. It was true that there probably hadn't been many that were gullible enough to run into the man's trap, but stories were based in fact and Wufei felt like ripping the man limb from limb. Slowly and painfully.

The faint buzzing told him the lights were about to pop on and allow them to begin there regularly scheduled day. He sat there waiting till the bars clanged open for morning count. Trent awoke groggily behind him came out to the rack. The all clear was given and Wufei returned to his bunk.

His mind had been on fire last night thinking of all the different angles and plots that he could possibly conduct that would lead to Donovan's painful death. But none of the thirty or forty different angles he came up with the previous night could eliminate Donovan in the plan. None of them.

He clenched his fists in rage. He would kill him in the end. This was revenge on an entirely new level. For now the man would live, but hopefully not for long. Trent came in and kneeled in front of Wufei. "You look like you're going to murder someone."

"Eventually" he shot out cryptically. He was thinking of his new day ahead. He needed to court the new fighters and gather information to areas that he didn't have access to. He looked at Trent who seemed to have backed off slightly and said, "What do you know about me?"

Trent shrugged and looked mildly confused. "I know that you came as a terrorist. No one seems to know exactly what you did though. Most people avoid you simply from the fighting they've seen here." Wufei focused on the grey cement wall just over Trent's head. So, the Preventers did not release the names of the operatives that worked on the cases. Or else Wufei would have been in more trouble from day one. And he doubted that many knew that he was a Gundam pilot. Those that did appeared to be keeping it to themselves.

"Marcus hasn't told you anything?" He questioned.

Trent shook his head but continued, "I know he has some information on you that he won't share. But he won't tell anyone." There was a hint of frustration in his voice. So it would be in his file, but not public knowledge. That was probably why the nurse knew, but the inmates didn't. Marcus only knew because he had been a contact during the war as a weapons dealer for them.

Wufei fixed Trent with a gaze of steel. "Why are you in here?" Trent froze at the switch in the line of questioning. It was unexpected. Wufei softened his look a little, "I will tell you why I am here, if you tell me why you are."

Trent chewed on his inner cheek for a bit thinking to himself. He exhaled loudly and said, "I said I followed my friend." Wufei nodded, "It was Marcus." Trent shook his head a little, "He got arrested from a Preventer sting and he was locked up inside and he started his recruiting, but he had nothing to offer some of the people in here. He said it was rough going except for the four others that were thrown in at the same time. He needed to be able to offer the other inmates something. I was one of the best smugglers and pick pockets he had and he had been my friend for so long...I..."

He looked out into the hall at some passing inmates, "I lifted a secretary's access badge to a Preventer office. Walked in to the deepest portion of the building I could and planted a bomb. Came forward for it saying there would be more." He shrugged, "There weren't of course, but they didn't know that. Then to ensure I got into a maximum facility prison, I pickpocketed the guard as they led me in front of the judge, released my handcuffs, drew his weapon and fired at the judge. It seemed to scare him enough into sentencing me to a max security prison. Then they kept transferring me for my own safety until I ended up here."

Wufei frowned. "What do you mean for your own safety?"

Trent smiled kind of crookedly and looked up at Wufei, "Marcus used his influence the best he could to get me in to this facility sooner, but sometimes I had to be creative." He lifted his shirt revealing random scars across the front of his torso. Knife wounds, burns one looked like a hook had taken a chunk out of his side. But as he looked Wufei saw the patterns...

"They're self-inflicted." He intoned softly.

"Yes." He looked at him daring Wufei to question him.

"You are a very loyal."

"I'm a fool."

Wufei nodded, "That too." He smirked. "I take it that Marcus got the leverage he need from you?" He nodded.

"As soon as I got in I was able to figure out running routes to smuggle, which guards were bribe-able and what inmates needed a strong alliance. Marcus now has at least a third of the men in the prison and four guards." He looked proud at the same time he looked frustrated. "I just expected a little more from him. He placed me in this block and I know why, but it leaves me out to hang regularly."

Wufei frowned at the last comment. "And you don't object to this behavior? Why are you still loyal to him?"

He shrugged. "I just..." Wufei saw his cheeks turn pink slightly, "I don't want to talk about it." And he got up and left the room. Wufei looked after him. If he was not mistaken... Trent loved Marcus. Or at least really, really liked.

That definitely meant he shouldn't reveal anything to him unless he was ready to let Marcus know. It was not the easiest way to go around planning things, but it was the only way available to him at the moment. Trent would be facing a tough lesson eventually though. Wufei had already learned it. Trent just hadn't gotten there yet.

Wufei waited in the corner of the yard where he always did his practices. Ulvric was already heading towards him, which was a good sign. It appeared the man was okay with relying on Wufei for a way out of the jail. Marcus ensured Wufei that the men he selected would show up from his group. Wufei had asked Ulvric to request the presence of Donovan's men, which he did. Wufei contacted the two of Eckpo's. Now he waited to see who would show up. He didn't necessarily need all of them, but it would help in the end.

As promised when the other cell blocks made their way out into the yard Marcus's four men headed over. They looked wary, but they were there along with Ulvric. Three out of six of Donovan's men came over shortly after that while the two Eckpo men came as well, though they stood a slight ways off. Wufei scanned the crowd of men and it did not appear that any more would be heading over.

Wufei faced all of them, "Thank you for coming. I would like to say that I thought you were all the best fighters in the prison." Wufei looked over all of them. Some still stood off cautious, while others were thinking deeply. They were all mid weight builds, even if they were all different heights, but that wasn't a disadvantage and Wufei could see it when he looked over them all.

They all thought for themselves. It's what made them good fighters. They would be able to adapt to new situations quickly, which would be important in a break out. He scanned all of them, "I would like to show you all some new fighting techniques."

There was a scoff or two from one of Donovan's men. "Why should we care?"

Wufei nodded, "It will make you a better fighter. True, you do not necessarily need to get better. But it will keep the boredom away. And for those of you that stick around, there may be rewards you do not see yet." He looked at each one of them, trying to impress upon them, how interesting and possibly meaningful, this new challenge of theirs could be. "That's all today. I just wanted to send out this invitation."

They all dispersed slowly. Ulvric stayed. "Vy not tell zem it vas to break out of zis place?"

Wufei watched the chosen men's' backs as they moved back to join their groups, "because I want to know what their allegiances are first. I want to see what kind of people they are. If I told you that you could not tell anyone, but that we were breaking out of the prison. What would you say?

He frowned down at Wufei and, "I vould not tell anyvone."

Wufei nodded. "Good. But that is because you have no true leader. All of them do. " And sure enough as they watched each of the men checked in with their heads of pack. Other than Marcus's men and that was probably because he told them they would be participating no matter what. They would probably tell him things that were actually applicable to getting out. None of this prep work beforehand. "What do you do for your job Ulvric? What is your task during work time?"

"I clean."

"Where at?"

"In zhe hallz near zhe cafeteria."

Wufei frowned. He had access to that area too. "Have you seen any storage areas or security taping rooms?" Ulvric shook his head as Wufei expected. He had not seen any rooms for security or maintenance either. He needed that information. Once again he was going to be forced to rely on people. At least he knew not to trust these men.

Wufei waited and watched that evening. The news was on and Marcus had promised an act of violence after the tournament. When the news did flash on there was a story of mass violence that popped up first. Thirteen different open shootings occurred outside of Preventer offices. Multiple employees and civilians were taken out in the drive-by shootings and the policing forces were startled at such an abrupt and seemingly violent attack against the Preventers. There were also two bombs of senate member's homes, but it seemed to be unrelated according to them. Wufei knew otherwise.

This had Marcus written all over and he was both impressed and disappointed.

The violence was indeed what Wufei was expecting, especially against an organization such as the Preventers. The group was used to gun running. They were heavily armed and thus able to deal the random and sporadic damage. But they had no concept of planning or execution. Wufei would have thought better. But then again, maybe that was why Marcus was still in the jail instead of outside it…

What was he going to do? Teach a how to kill and design terrorist plots better class for inmates? Wufei snorted at the errant thought in his head before heading to his bunk.

When Wufei returned to his bunk Trent was up and waiting for him. "You did not tell me why you were in here this morning." He accused as soon a Wufei walked in.

Wufei ignored him and used the toilette in the back of their dark cell, before coming back and sitting on the bed to face Trent. "Well it was not like you stayed long enough to tell you." Trent blushed.

"Well I just didn't want to talk about the subject anymore."

Wufei smirked, "So I gathered." Wufei motioned to Trent to sit next to him on the bed again as they had this morning. When Trent complied Wufei spoke, "You must not tell anyone what I am about to tell you." Trent nodded.

"I was one of the Gundam pilots." Trent stiffened next to him. "I was the one that was recruited by Mariemeia for the second incident." The body next to him didn't move so Wufei got up putting distance between them.

He leaned his back against the cool concrete wall of the cell to ground himself. "Shortly after I joined the Preventers." He looked at the ground. "The blanket pardon had occurred. I was working with my other pilots on some cases and I was one of the top field agents the organization had. But I was betrayed. The government wanted blood and my friends decided to plot against me, corral me into a corner, and hand me over." Wufei was bitter. It dripped from his every word and he let it. "So now I'm in here with all of you. I've helped put away many of these inmates. And it looks like the government does not care to give me a fair or just trial at all."

He went silent and waited. Waited for the anger that would come at him. After all, he was the one that put Marcus in here, which was why Trent was now in here.

Instead, Trent stood up and stepped in front of Wufei and pulled him into a hug. Wufei was shocked at first. He had been expecting to be hit. He bridled hard and shoved Trent away. "What are you doing? You should be angry you should want to destroy me after what you told me. I'm the one that put Marcus away! You are in here because of me!"

Trent shook his head and looked a little sad, "I'm in here because of my own foolishness and my love of Marcus. You are in here because you were betrayed by the only family you had. I can't be mad at you. Not when you are the one who has a right to be angry."

Wufei just looked at Trent and went around him to lie on his bed. He just didn't understand how people can be so naïve and full of compassion in this awful world. How could someone blindly follow someone else into jail or claim to care, but leave you there to rot. There were to many crossed messages and to find this kind of concern for him… for his wellbeing…

He didn't understand.

TBC..

Well there you go,

Hope it was good. Reviews are awesome! I like them more then chocolate.

-Silverserpent