When I returned to the prison, Jenkins and Marvin continued the laughing they had started before I left the prison. And it was just as annoying as it was the first time.

After being a highly boring interrogation and an even more boring week of isolation, I sat against a tree, arms folded, legs crossed, glowering from my shadow that was a guard with a large gun. Staring at two people laughing their guts out.

My face crumpled into disgust watching them. Others had seen me back in the prison, looking at me with respect and mystery. These two had taken one look at me before deciding that I was no longer worth the respect I had gained from defeating Seven.

Seven, stood a few feet away from my guard, staring at me. And staring and staring and staring.

Instead of trying to make Jenkins and Marvin realize that there was nothing to laugh about, I instead turned to Seven and said, "If you have something to say, spit it out."

After a moment's hesitation, Seven asked, "Why did you leave? And why did you come back?"

Out of everyone, he was the only one who had believed me when I said that I came back on purpose and not that I was just caught. My lips drew into a small smile and I responded, "I have business elsewhere, Seven. However, that business becomes null until I get something out of this prison. It's a matter of what's most important."

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"And what about the rest of us? You weren't going to break us out, too?" He accused.

"I was going to, but then these two idiots were laughing. My ego got in the way and I decided that I was going to prove to them just how serious I can be. However, I did forget to grab something before I let so that's why I came back."

Seven nodded a long and Jenkins exclaimed, "Don't tell me you believe him, Seven! This fool..." He laughed again and shook his head at the both of us.

"Yes, I know it's hard to believe, Jenkins, but some of us have common sense," I responded, bored.

"Yeah, and that's obviously not either of you." Marvin scoffed.

"Do I have to show you again what I can do? I can make it out of this prison right now if I wanted to." The guard beside me rested his hand on the taser at his waste and looked at me dead in the eye. I paid him no attention.

"Sure, sure. Try it then, Mahatma Gandhi." Marvin joked.

"I would, I really would. But, I still haven't gotten the thing I came back for so I see no point in leaving until I get it."

Jenkins snorted. "Excuses, excuses."

"You forget that I have already escaped from this prison once, Dallas," I said, narrowing my eyes and using his first name. He frowned. "Look, I don't care If you believe me or not. Really, I don't care at all. But you guys should care. Either, stay in this prison and rot till you're dead laughing at what you thought was a stupid joke, or believe that I can break out of here again and come with me and be free men. Simple as that."

In walked Agent Manning, a look of victory on his face, tromping outside to my group. I looked up at him, unfazed and he yanked me up by the electric collar around my neck.

"Mr. Molseveski. It's time we had a talk again," Agent Manning a said, barely being able to hide his smile.

He released me from his gripHe and I wiped off my clothes, looking at Marvin, Jenkins, and Seven. "Well, my friends. Time is ticking. Make up your minds." And with one final smile of pure mischief, I left with Agent Manning.