John- United Human Faction- Day 64
“Damn,
John. This sure feels familiar to me,” muttered Jeremy, leaning against the
bars of their cell.
“How
do you plan on getting out this time? There’s no war here, and no sympathetic
guard either,” John asked for the hundredth time. “And don’t say God’ll save
you because of your name. I think you’ve run out of favors at this point.”
“We
could dig our way out. They give us spoons with every meal.”
“If
you want to spend hours pounding on the concrete with a spoon, be my guest.”
John
chuckled. His wife had always told him the Faction would land him in a jail
cell. For the first time in their short marriage, he was willing to admit she
was been right. There was no escape from this prison, and even if they managed
to cross the outer wall, there were miles between them and their nation. They
would freeze above the Northern border, no matter the circumstances.
“You
look like you have an idea,” John stated, slightly afraid.
Jeremy
smiled and nodded.
“Don’t
do anything, it’ll just piss them off,” John moaned.
“Jailer!
Let me go,” Jeremy yelled down the hall. “I’m a member of the United States
Senate. Do you want a war on your hands? I demand to be released to the US
embassy!”
“There
hasn’t been a US embassy for two months. Back away from the bars.” the jailer
called back.
“It
was worth a try wasn’t it?”
“No.
Get back in your cell.”
Jeremy
slowly set himself back onto the bottom bunk.
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