Chapter 2: Wrong Door"Move, move, MOVE!"The corridor was pure chaos, bodies slamming into each other in the dark, guards shouting orders nobody was following, and somewhere close, too close, the wet crack of a fist meeting bone. Ryan flattened himself against the wall as three inmates barreled past, one of them dragging a length of pipe he'd already used on something. Or someone."Carter!" Ossie's voice again, farther away now, swallowed by the alarm. "Where are you going, this way's blocked, they're—"Ryan didn't hear the rest. A hand grabbed his collar from behind and slammed him face-first into the wall."You're the one who's been asking about Preston." The voice belonged to a guard Ryan didn't recognize, not one of the regulars. His grip was too tight, his breath too controlled for a man supposedly fighting to contain a riot. "Funny timing, this blackout. Real funny.""I don't know what you're talking about.""Sure you don't." The guard's forearm pressed against Ryan's throat. "
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