Seven days was gone, after the court session and I was still in police custody but the day would be the day the judge would make his final verdict on my case after the adjunction the last time. We were settled again and I had lost all the good energy and vibes that I had. I didn't feel like I had the situation under control because I didn't, and I didn't do anything because there was nothing I could do about it. "Has the accused arranged for a barrister?" The judge asked and they all looked at me. As I looked back at them, all I saw was their dead bodies. I wished nothing less than that. My lips were heavy to disperse, so no word was spoken. But if I had a barrister wouldn't I come with him?! Wouldn't he be with me now? Silly questions! "Has the accused arranged for a barrister?" He asked again, this time with more seriousness in the tone of his voice. After a heavy sigh, the word was pushed out. "No" "We shall proceed to the final verdict

I fell down on the ground and he pounced on me. Already weakened by the warders, I couldn't do much of a deal to him and I hated myself for not being able to kill him at once! He threw a punch at me and I shifted my face, that was when I realised that I could fight back. I kicked him off with the dregs of my strength and he hit his body hard on a bench. He became angrier, just like me who had the chance to stand up, for a real fight. "Hmm!" He growled, feeling disappointed at himself and offended. Whatever he was and whatever respect he had, he had just lost it by having me kick his ass, though I looked strong on the outside, if anyone would have seen my inside, they would bet with their life that I was only an imitation of Camila Lipa. But the pain and the bleeding had ceased and I was up again like nothing happened. The fella must had been intimidated by my strength. But inside, I wailed, I was all on my own, against all of them, potentially, and no ma

"Thanks for helping me out there" I said to him with food stuffed to my mouth. For the first time since I came, I shared the same table with someone who truly cared, and worth it. "You're welcome" he replied, giving his meal his attention like he had no other business in the world. "I guess you're not used to people being good to you?" He was still on to his food on the tray which was unfortunately getting trimmed down to nothing. "Not exactly… you don't expect good when you don't do good, do you?" He stared at me for a while and shrugged. "Here, you can take mine" I offered him my food cheerfully. "Thanks, but you need to eat." He rejected the offer without even considering it, but I had been moved by his goodness that I would rather protest. "I'm a survivor, trust me…" I pushed the food tray to him and after a while of shaking his head, his spoon was dipped in, and the rest was history to be told by his belly. "Seems like you always got yours

... "And we will get back to it" "Huh? No you're not…" Logan furrowed his eyebrows. "Okay, fine. You will. Just come inside, yeah?" "My boys can wait" Logan said walking toward her. "Yeah, they can… whoever they are" Camila muttered. Russ ran back in. "Get your friend, stay closely behind me. I'm not wasting another minute here" Said Logan determined to break them out. Camila wished it was true, because what kind of prison break plan involved getting killed first? Logan rushed inside, and Camila followed him, trying to keep up with his speed. "Where's the warden's office?" "Ri- right at the corner, we go left and straight up, his office is the last, managerial looking" "Good. Find your friend, I'll be back in a minute" "Wait- wha- what are you going to do?" She stammered, wondering what had come over him. "Find your friend and wait for me, I'll be back. That's what I said" he ran at once to the office, but there were some prison gu

Logan and Camila shared a look. Logan felt a swarm of guilt roll on him. He felt more terrible than he had ever felt before. "Oh, wow" that was all he could say, without thinking. "People like you deal with people like them, don't you?" Russ asked. Logan looked at Camila as if he needed answers, and Camila slowly shook her head. He looked back at Russ with a slight chuckle. "I, um - I don't understand what you mean?" "I mean, the CIA is always chasing the bad guys—" "Like me?" Logan said with a chuckle, filling his cup to the brim, and he consumed it immediately. "I didn't say—" "Sometimes, Russ, bad people are bad because they need to survive in an evil and very very very bad world. Yes, I have my own cycle, yes, there was a time when I was on the run, but…" he paused, and looked into his eyes. "I don't know anything about Twain Russ, neither have I ever heard or seen of him" "You wouldn't anyways, it's been more than four decades