The Escape Begins (cont. from page 13)

Time flowed like molasses as I was led into the courtyard by two prison guards, one at each side. The package, still sealed, was strapped to my stomach, held in place only by thin strips of elastic I had salvaged from my clothing. Both guards had a hand on their holstered guns; compared to how lax they generally were, this was a radically different operation. Something was very, very wrong.

I slowly circled the courtyard, trying to make my way to the place where I was to drop the package, as inconspicuously as possible. However, no matter how hard I tried to shake it off, I got the feeling that I was being watched.

Finally, I found the spot where I'd been told to drop off the package. It was hardly distinguishable from the rest of the vast yard besides its brown, decaying grass. I set the package down, and walked away, trying to avoid the notice I felt sure I was attracting. Suddenly, I heard and felt a deep, thunderous rumble from behind me. I turned around...

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