“So how did you think that would work out?” Asked Kaleb’s masked jailer.

Apparently when Kaleb had jumped the mansions fence a delayed Paralysis Spell had been placed on him. As soon as he found an unlocked kitchen window and crawled through his body had locked up. When he woke up they had placed him into a dark cell with an electronic device placed on his metal arm and his arms and legs tied. They put him in a kneeling position and his new best friend worked him over a bit before he asked questions.

Kaleb shook off the latest in a series of kicks to his head, answering. “You know, it surprised me that I made it as far as I did. Maybe you need a better class of Thug.”

Kaleb heard his faceless jailer sigh loudly from behind his mask before another kicked slammed hard into the side of Kaleb’s head. Kaleb grunted in pain as he momentarily tested his bonds. With one arm, getting loose would be tricky. It also surprised Kaleb that his faceless jailer seemed impervious to his brand of smart-assery.

“Do you know any other dances besides the Can-Can, Princess? Waltz? Tango? Time-warp?” Kaleb asked after spitting blood from a cut in his mouth.

After delivering another kick to the other side of Kaleb’s face the Faceless jailer asked. “How many more are coming?”

Kaleb righted himself before answering. “How many? Christ, Twinkle-toes, do I really seem like the vanguard to a massive attack? One lizard? I know you gangs don’t know shit about tactics but come on, be smarter than that.”

“That may be true. But, maybe you convinced them you could open a hole in our defenses. You Supers are always arrogant bastards. Plus, you weren’t exactly unarmed.”

“Yeah. About that. Where is my stuff anyway?” Kaleb asked. After waking up, he realized that they had taken his weapons and his communicator from him. He wasn’t sure about his rail launcher, but that seemed to be frozen with the rest of his metal arm. So that was a moot point.

Faceless shrugged noncommittally. “Not your concern. Once we dispose of you, we will be redistribute them through the ranks. A few of the guys have been eyeing your guns. Makes for good incentives.”

“Oh, so they are still in the house? Good. I will need those when I escape.” Kaleb smiled up at his jailer.

His faceless jailer didn’t respond, he just lashed out with his leg again, striking Kaleb in the temple. Kaleb grunted in pain and checked his stats page. 85 Hit points remaining wasn’t too bad. Especially since Kaleb didn’t have his defensive clothing on. Although Kaleb’s jailer could not be showing his true strength.

Before they could continue their little back and forth, there was a commotion from down the hall.

“Terrance! The master wants to talk to you. Now.” said a voice.

Kaleb glanced up in time to see his jailer, Terrance, stiffen in fear before responding. “I’ll be right there.”

Kaleb couldn’t resist a final jab. “Yeah, run along like a good dog, Terry. The Master is calling.”

Terrance aimed a final kick a Kaleb’s face but Kaleb was ready for it, leaning back and away. Terrance spun awkwardly in place before he caught himself and stomped angrily from Kaleb’s cell. Kaleb watched him go bemusedly until Terry was out of sight then he struggled, one-armed, against his bonds. His frozen metal arm was no help at all as he tried to wriggle free.

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A tail would probable come in handy right about now. Kaleb thought as he thrashed around. Eventually he heard footsteps approaching his cell. Sitting back up he stopped struggling and pretended to look bored. As he watched a short humanoid male came into view in front of his cell and stared in at him. Kaleb smiled and winked at the Faceless guard as the short humanoid continued to walk down the hallway.

Once he was sure the guard had passed Kaleb struggled again. Except soon he heard a new sound, it was the sharp *snikt* of metal on metal followed by a muffled grunt. As he listened, he heard the guard’s footsteps coming back, so he stopped struggling. This time when the guard appeared slightly shorter, and he walked right to Kaleb’s cell door. As the humanoid moved to his restraints Kaleb swore loudly guessing at his saviors identity.

“Damn it, Roy! What the hell are you doing?” Kaleb hissed as the ropes around his chest and arm fell away.

Roy shifted the Faceless mask away from his face smiling. “Sorry, Doc. But it was too easy. Everyone was so focused on you that all I had to do was grab a mask. It’s not like they have a list of known gang members.”

“I told you to stay with the Brute Clan!” Kaleb gripped as he stood up and shook feeling back into his arms and legs.

Roy shrugged, still smiling. “Yeah, but then I thought: What would you do?”

Kaleb struggled to detach the small disc like object on his arm that was locking his arm up. “So, you’re saying I’m a bad influence?”

“Yes, Yes you are.” Roy answered before helping Kaleb wretch the small electronic device off his shoulder.

Once they got it off Kaleb had Roy stand guard while Kaleb studied the small device. It was a powerful electromagnet that jammed up the pistons in his arm. He briefly considered options to circumvent such devices before he pocketed the device and put it from his mind. Moving up to the door next to Roy, Kaleb asked.

“So any idea where my stuff is?”

Roy nodded down the way the first guard had come from. “That way, but you know that guard I took out? Well, his buddy is waiting at a desk by the door.”

“What did you do to him?” Kaleb asked a little worried he just precipitated in Roy’s first kill.

“I zapped him unconscious and put him in the cell I was hiding in.” Roy answered.

Kaleb gave a sigh of relief before he had a thought. “Wait, you were already down here?”

“Yeah, I figured you would end up here, eventually.” Roy shrugged.

“Porvath?” Shouted a voice from down the hall on their left.

“Wait. You assumed they would capture me?” Kaleb asked not a little offended.

Roy smiled at him as the second guard’s footsteps got closer. “Was I wrong?”

“Asshole!” Kaleb growled slamming his metal palm into Roy’s back.

The blow sent Roy tumbling onto his knees into the hallway. The second guard gave a surprised shout and moved to help his fallen comrade. Kaleb waited until the guard got close enough before he shoulder barged out of his cell. He collided with the guard and they both slammed into the opposite cell bars. Kaleb quickly punched the back of the guard’s head further into the bars, when the guy groaned in pain, Kaleb punched again and again until the guy went limp.

Kaleb sighed and flipped the guy to check on him. The gray ogre looking guy was fine, but he now had a black bruise growing on his forehead. Kaleb figured the guy was fine and quickly patted him down finding a truncheon and a set of keys. Once Kaleb finished he slid the unconscious guard into his old cell. All while Roy shot him dirty looks.

“What?!” Kaleb asked.

Roy huffed angrily. “Did you just use me as bait?”

Kaleb hid a grin and walked toward the exit. “Technically, you were a distraction. Besides, you wanted to help.”

“Jackass.” Roy grumbled as he followed behind Kaleb.

“Ahh, the joys of partnership.” Kaleb smiled at Roy as he walked around a desk where the guards sat.

On the other side he found a large metal safe. As he tested the guard’s keys Kaleb had Roy watch the exit. The boy seemed to be happy that Kaleb referred to him as a partner and happily guarded the door. Truthfully, Kaleb wasn’t sure how he felt, he would have preferred Roy level up a little more before he went into the field. But, the truth of the matter was he was here now and Kaleb could use the help.

Once Kaleb found the right key, he opened the safe and took out his equipment. It appeared like he was the Faceless’ only prisoner, since all he found was his own equipment. He put on his armor, strapped on his guns, put his Taser Eggs back in his pockets, and reloaded his rail spikes into his arm. Once Kaleb equipped his weapons, he finally put on his lab coat, headband and communicator, sighing in relief.

“Okay, so here’s the plan…” Kaleb began before Roy cut him off.

“Yeah, No. Your first plan got you put in here. How about I tell you the plan?”

Kaleb was a little taken aback, but he figured: What the hell? “Okay then, kid. It’s your show. Tell me how this will go down.”