Joey sighed,exhaling the smokeWell, so much for that outlet. Maybe this Jack guy could help me with finding something.And this cigs about done in, I'll need to get some more of these.
He heard his name being called and surprisingly enough, there was Cutter, after a short moment where his eyes bulged out of their sockets and his bottom lip went limp, he recovered and walked to his cell door as regally as he ever was, jumper or suit.
"Heya, Cuts, how the hell did you nabbed?Don't you just walk by people and they suddenly remember how much they loved their intestines Inside their bodies? And how the hell did you get put in here without a collar?"
Roachman sat in his cell re-thinking the past few days for the hundredth time.
He felt scammed by that Maldeath character. Promising Roachman and the other young villains the world, only to die somehow and screw everything up for him and the rest of his team. He never knew what happened to them, not that he cared.
He was sat on his bed, hands clenched prayerfully, he hadn't looked up at anyone since he entered the prison. He felt ashamed. He had failed himself by finding that invite in the first place, he wished he had just gone ahead and eaten it. He would have if Maldeath wasn't a cheapskate screw-up who used newsprint-standard paper for formal invitations.
With the collar around his neck, Roachman tugged at it in vain yet again. He felt weak, blind and stranded to the ground. His jaw didn't work to it's full extent anymore, either, it had shrivelled and remained only on the inside of his cheeks, same for his arm horns and antennae, he couldn't unfold his wings, just squeeze some useless muscles in his back. This was depressing.
Roachman hadn't felt so downtrodden in a long time, not since school, in fact. The ridicule he received from the fellow inmates was similar to his old classmates, in fact. He looked around the cell and at his inmate. "Gender-mixing? The heroes are really out of control. They must be low on cells." thought Roachman. She looked dissapointed. As if she had hoped for better from prison. She must be used to a high class lifestyle. She looked the part, too.
"Hello. Why are you here?" Roachman sent to her the first smile he felt like giving for a while, now. "I robbed a bank!" he added, impressively.
Footsteps were heard as several men in Riot Armour walked down the pathways checking off all the New prisoners.
As they Passed Roach's and Cutter's Cell, one of them quipped "Wow...I could stare at you two for HOURS and still not figure out which one of you is uglier, Heheheh... before moving on.
Cutter didn't care about being called ugly, it wasn't a problem or even in her opinion relevant.
"I don't have a collar because these people don't see me as a threat. Also they think It'll break me, think I'm too weak for it.
"As for why I'm in here I think one of us already knows."
She gave Joey a look.
"Someone gave me bad information in getting into this country. I had to fight a guard, ended poorly for him."
"Well, you got here, didn't ya? Can't you just use your-"Joey waited for the guards to get out of hearing distance before finishing the sentence,"Your special gifts to get the keys as one of these guys go past? I could distract one of 'em for ya.
Roachman just glared at the guard after his rather uncreative insult. He wasn't in the mood for people like him, nor in the form. He'd beat him up later once he'd devised a master escape plan. Maybe the other villains would like to come, too. And he would be the new villian overlord!
"Huh. A fight with a guard...." Roachman said, judgingly. "Well, it wasn't your fault you got lousy information. We all make mistakes as to who we trust, sometimes....it's the reason I wound up here, too." Roachman looked somber and contemplative, he figured he best be friendly to a person he'd be spending the rest of a poinless existence with. He got up and walked over to his cellmate and offered a handshake. "Pleased to meet someone in the same boat as me. I'm Sammy. And you are?"
"Won't work, the keys aren't a weapon. Can't really wield a key."
She was still pretty angry about the incident and making her admit an inadequacy wasn't the best method to endear you to her.
"And I wasn't blaming myself anyway. Mind if I ask exactly what you are?"
Ranchman was interesting at least. Looked like a threat, best stay on the good side.
Roachman inhaled and answered this question with great eccentricity. "I, was a man with superior senses, resistance, strength, agility, and flying ability. My skin once had a layer of what would be the exoskeleton of an insect. Chitin armour. I also possessed beautiful wings, and weaponised forearms...." then he fell limp. "....Now I am a teenager in jail. A tragic figure...." He strode back to his bed, and stopped, staring at it, still with his whole body hanging as if he had been noosed. He continued "....I once knew myself as the great 'Roachman'...." he collapsed face down onto the bed. His muffled voice went on. "....I am now, just a boy in jail named Sammy Bell..." His left arm and leg hung off the side of the bed. He flailed his arm in a dramatic gesture, and it fell limp once more.
"No thanks, don't smoke. Hey do you happen to have a complete deck of these? At least it will give us something to do in the mean time. Ferrous said while holding up the Jack of spades.
Putting the piece of bed frame back in to his mouth, Ferrous starts gnawing on it.
From the moment he was thrown into the cell, Zeph assessed his situation. It seemed that the somewhat large gang member might not be very responsive to an intellectual plea for a partnership and would be offended if he used words longer than about six letters (A stereotype he knew it was, but would probably hold true.) (1)
Another option was hypnosis, which he was good at, and could be beneficial to them both, namely in that both of them would be able to escape. (2)
He could also attempt to match his personality closer to the gang member's in order to gain his trust and break out. This might be a lucrative option as he might gain a friend for later. (3)
Finally, he could use his knowledge on the pressure points of the body to knock out the member, but that would be a last resort. (4)
So the order would be 3,2,4, then. After processing this, which took him all of five seconds, he opened up a conversation with the man.
"'Sup," he stated with a slight nod of the head, "what're you in for?"
The Black Man stared at Zeph and said nothing.
"I had a pack, but they took it in a cell check before you guys showed up, sorry..." Jack answered.
Zeph noted that, since the man said nothing, he was most likely the "muscle" of the gang and wouldn't be open to the direct, sociable approach.
Down to business it was.
In a hushed tone, Zeph continued. "Allright look, i guess you're not a man for words, so let's get down to business. I can get us both out of this cell. If we talk to the other inmates and stage it, we can all break out. I know neither of us want to serve this term. If you agree, I'll tell you more about my plan, but until then, I can't trust you not to snitch on me. So what do you say?"
A slow grin and a low laugh came from the Black Man.
"For a Wise man, you act otherwise, but just to say that, We, you and I, Break out, then what?, every Super-Hero in the region would rush to cash in on our capture to fulfil their massive ego's, most of them have to deal with petty crime in order to even be able to call themselves Heroes and if they get word of a big case, like our break out, The best that could happen it that return back to this cell, the worse...You seem like a thinking man, you figure it out..." He replied.
Joey, careful to not have any guards within earshot, began speaking again,"Yeah, Sammy, you know any way out of here?,Before turning to Cutter once again,"Wha'da'bout getting ahold of one o'der guns? Maybe a bobbystick? Can you use those?"
Self-pity wasn't attractive, even on a bug man.
"If you're planning on getting out I'll do what I can to help. The sooner I'm free of this place the better. Hell even if we fail I might just be able to kick up enough of a storm for them to realise I'm actually a legitimate threat."
One of the other prisoners shouted "CELL CHECK!" as he saw several more guards enter the sector.
A collective groan was heard from the entire population.
They started on the bottom level one below our Anti-Heroes and worked their way up.
Sanchez piped up "Sector Sweep, If your planning anything Soldier, Now would be the time to do it"
"Jesus AGAIN?! we just had one yesterday, Shit, Better throw out that Bar before they think thats a weapon, nasty things happen to those who make Shanks."
For a moment, Zeph was taken aback at the way in which the man communicated his thoughts. Then he realized he was truly dealing with a potential partner in crime.
Zeph smiled deviously.
"You don't think I always plan ahead? I'm always three steps ahead of everyone else. They can't search for us if they don't know that we're gone. I've been working on a bit of technology lately, and I've found a way of taking it everywhere with me. I'll be able to break everyone out, and the guards won't suspect a thing."
"Of course, I won't implement this plan until after this cell check, because they won't find any of us until at the earliest tomorrow. Interested yet?"
While talking to Cutter across the hallway, Joey noticed that the cell doors didn't have the conventional locks he'd seen in other county jails.
"Damn, looks like m-..our unofficial transfer may be harder to be passed through the warden then I thought. Maybe when they let us out for food or exercise we can start looking around."He heard the collective groan and saw the guards come by enmasse,"Hey pigs! You guys know if Graviton ever comes by here? I gotta few things to discuss with that son of a bitch."
"Radio in if you get the Key, I might be able to get us out..." Sanchez said with a small grin.
The man perked up but then said "but still don't change the fact that it is far safer here than out there, Hell, Even yesterday, I heard a story about a Super who stabbed someone for Jaywalking of all things...at least in here, you have to do something in order to get shanked..."
Zeph's gave thought to the problem, figuring that this man was actually one of the more reasonable he had ever dealt with. Zeph presented a logical argument.
"If I give you some of my equipment, you can be safer on the outside than you are in here. A stab-resistant under-armor-type shirt to start, and a host of advanced weaponry and other armor. Now I'm not saying if we break out of here that you have to fight the supers, but you can at least be protected."
"You need someone to do heavy lifting don't you?..." The Man interrupted, "Else you wouldn't even be talking right now...you would be gone..."
"Actually, no." Zeph replied. "I tend to identify more with those who are in jail than those who are out. In this world dominated by heroes, I like to make new friends on the other side of the law. To illustrate, I will open this door and all of the doors down the rows right after the cell check by myself. You can come with me, or you can stay."
The Man Stood up.
"Now...THAT...I have to see...By the Way, Name's Carl..." He said as he leaned up against the wall.
"Mine's Ze- I mean Quentin." Zeph replied. He had really taken a liking to this man. "Now I didn't mean to excite you too much: there's still planning to be done, schematics to be thought of, I'm sure you'll understand. But in a day or two, which is comparably much less than our sentence, all of us will be free."
Zeph immediately sat down and started planning. then he would work on some new weapon ideas. His arsenal seemed to be missing a few rocket launchers.
If he finished planning the prison break early
"Well then, Quentin...If you want to talk, Talk, You gonna Act, Act..." Carl said as he sat back down and pulled out a Cigarette box and put one in his mouth.
"Want a Smoke?..."
Zeph thought for a moment, and then responded.
"Well, I can't do much right now, seeing as I need to wait for the cell check to happen, but I can make you a weapon right now if you want... wait, how did you smuggle in the smokes?"
Carl stared at the man with a look of confusion before sighing.
"...This is gonna be a Looooooonnnnngggggg sentence...." He groaned as the Guards came to Check their Cell.
"Prisoners, Please Stand aside and surrender any and all foreign objects...and Carl, Pass us a Smoke..."
Carl gave the Head Guard a Cigarette as the guards started to tear the place apart..."
After the guard's statement, Zeph sheepishly murmured "Oh."
Zeph rose from where he was sitting in order to let the guards search the somewhat small cell for various paraphernalia having to do with escaping.
After a few minutes of searching, The Guards found nothing and went to leave.
"Hold it...Think I might have something..." The Head officer said as he check under the bed.
Haven't fond about that possibility, Ferrous asked "Do you know a way to hide this? Might be handy in the future, besides serving as a meal".
Looking around the cell, Ferrous asked "How many times do they make these raids any way?
"Besides the Classic way, I don't and I don't think anyone is going to Shove THAT up their ass...Sorry, Gonna have to get rid of it..." Jack said as he took the Bar and slid it out of the cell onto the ground.
"Shank's land you in the Hole...Heh, seeing how easy it is to get in, might as well make the Whole Prison just a Massive Hole..." He joked.
Roachman sprang up, as if reinvigorated by her words, back to his normal demeanor. Nodding fast, he said "Yeah, fear's good, even when heavily outnumbered in the concentration camps, the Nazis were able to control them through fear." He adjusted himself and looked at her darkly. "But I'm not sure I want to be THAT scary....I was always a pacifier...." he started to scratch the back of his neck to find his old spine. He had reverted to being vertebrate again. He went pallid at this feeling of weakness, and continued with a fearful stammer "So do you need to be seen as a threat for your powers to work? Can your power help me get mine back?"
Zeph looked over at the officer quizzically. He wondered what it was. His devices were hidden where none could find them. Was the officer planting a device? If so, what would it be?