"Hey! Hey you!" Mark waved a hand in front of Cassie's face.

Cassie jumped back a little bit, blinking in surprise. "W-What?" She looked around confused by her surroundings but recognizing where she was. "H-How d-did? ... I t-thought-...?" She muttered to herself wincing as her head hurt thinking about it.

"Are you okay? We need to get out of here!" Mark held the box in his hands, shoving it into his bag.

"I- Y-Yeah... Let's go!" She grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the doors.

"Woah!" He was surprised by her sudden movements but followed her regardless.

She pulled him past the guards who cried out in surprise and down the hall, looking for any kind of exits.

"Wh-what are you doing?! You can't just stroll past the guards like that!"

"We can and did. We gotta get out of here. You know where the exit is?"

"There should be one this way!" He pointed down a hall.

"Alright!" She replied, moving towards where he pointed.

"Um... They're catching up to us!" Mark looked behind them, a few guards right on their trail.

She glanced behind them. "Uh..." she tried to think of something quick. "I, uh, in here!" She quickly threw open a door and dragged them inside.

Mark looked around the room, piles of gunpowder across the floor.

"Oh... Um..."

"In here!" A guard called out.

Cassidy paled. "Move!" She pushed him ahead of her.

Mark ran past the piles, nearly falling at the force of her push.

She ran after him, ducking down at the sounds of the guards kicking the door open. "Halt!"

She glanced back but didn't stop.

"I said halt!"

She cried out in pain as she felt a bullet graze her side, making her stumble and trip, falling to her knees as her hands flew to her side.

"H-hey!" He ran over to her and grabbed her hand, pulling her back up.

She hissed in pain.

"Halt or we'll shoot you too!" The guards ordered him.

Cassidy looked back at them then up at Mark, knowing they were pretty much caught.

"C-can you keep running?" He asked her, his eyes wide with fear.

She shook her head. "N-No... not without risking hurting myself more..."

The guards started to approach them, guns still drawn.

"But... We have to get outta here!" He cried out.

"Put your hands up!" the guards demanded.

She glanced back. "I... don't think that's an option." she told Mark.

"P-please. I can't go to jail! W-we can't go to jail!"

The guards came over and grabbed Cassidy and pulled her away from him, making her hiss in pain a little bit.

"You don't have a choice." They told him, another moving to restrain him.

Mark struggled. "Don't hurt her!"

"You don't need to worry about her right now." They told him as sirens approached the building.

Cassidy didn't resist, knowing she could further hurt herself doing so.

"I can worry all I want!"

The police came in and cuffed Cassidy and moved over to cuff Mark. "Hands behind your back!"

Mark continued to struggle, elbowing one of the people restraining him in the stomach.

They doubled over in pain.

Cassidy's eyes widened as they tried to restrain him. "Mark! Stop! You're just making it worse!" She told him.

Mark froze and looked at her. "How do you know my name?!"

"I-" she trailed off unsure of how she knew. "I don't know??"

The cops took advantage of his distraction and finally cuffed him. "Alright come on, you two."

Mark looked at Cassidy, his eyes full of fear for the first time that night.

Next thing they knew they were at a prison, in prison outfits as well. They're stuff had been taken from them and they walked inside what appeared to be the cafeteria.

Cassidy had her side stitched up and wrapped in bandages and her hair curled around her shoulders in a ruffled mess.
Mark stood next to her, a deep frown on his face.

Cassidy didn't look at him, feeling a bit guilty for getting them caught.

"Mark I Plier?" Someone called out making her turn towards the voice.

Marked turned to the voice. "Um... actually its Iplier..." He nervously responded.

Cassidy looked at Mark, mouthing, "Iplier?"

The officer ignored him and looked at Cassidy. "And a one, Cassidy Channon-"

"Welcome, welcome, welcome!" A deep voice greeted them, making them turn around to see a man wearing a nice jacket and tie and a pair of glasses. He was smiling at them as he moved up to the window where the officer was. "So nice of y'all to join us here at Happy Trails Penitentiary."

Cassidy looked at Mark a bit nervously.

Mark looked back at her with wide eyes.

"Y'all look a little nervous. There's no need. In this place, we believe in rehabilitation over punishment."

Cassidy flinched back at that.

He looked between them. "I think you're gonna like it here. Let's say we speed things up a bit, shall we?" He smacked the desk.

"Yes, Mr. Murder-Slaughter." The officer replied. "We have one wallet, one non-brand phone, a stick of gum and some string."

Cassidy glanced at Mark.

He shook his head and stared at the ground.

"One 16th Century flintlock pistol, likely used by pirates for boarding actions."

Murder-Slaughter glanced at the officer, confused before looking back at them with a slightly impressed look.

"Uh, one map, drawn out of what appears to be crayon."

Cassidy looked at Mark again, mouthing, "Crayon? Really?"

"What? It's all I had!" He mouthed back.

"And a weird-ass box..."

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" he took the box from the officer. "I think I'm gonna hold on to this for safe keeping."

Cassidy turned back to them.

Mark panicked and reached out towards the box.

A guard quickly moved up and put his baton around Mark's neck, pulling him back.

"You two enjoy your stay now." Murder-Slaughter told them before the guard turned and push Mark so that he and Cassidy headbutted each other making both of them cry out and stumble back.

Mark covered his face with his hands and everything began to spin.

By the time either of them got the room to stop spinning, Murder-Slaughter had left.

Cassidy groaned. "Ow..."

"You okay?"

"Y-Yeah... I'll be fine..." she replied, dismissing his concern.

"So... Your name's Cassidy?"

"Yup. Nice to meet you Mr. Iplier." She replied.

He rolled his eyes. "How'd you know my name earlier?"

"I really don't know... I just... did." She shrugged.

"Do I know you from somewhere or something? You're not from base..."

"I... don't know. You seem familiar but I can't put my finger on why."

"Well." He let out a dry chuckle. "I am a bit well known in the thieving business."

"No... I don't think that's where I know you from..." she replied as they walked through the cafeteria when one of the bigger guys roughly bumped into Mark, making him stumble into Cassidy who cried out a little at that.

"Gah! Um... hello..." He waved at the man before glancing over at Cassidy.

She was holding her left side a little protectively. "Rude..." She muttered, glancing back at the man.

"It's prison, what would you expect?"

"I guess..." she replied.

Mark sighed and stopped walking. "Much like every other choice I've seen in my life, there are only two options out of this mess..."

"Which would be?"

"We can either cozy up to the guards over there." He pointed to a few guards standing across the room. "Or we can try and rally up the prisoners to our cause. I don't know which would be best though..."

"I mean... both could possibly work... I mean, the guards have possibly less risk but the prisoners might side with us..." she hummed.

"Well, both groups seem pretty dumb..."

"With that kind of attitude, no one will help." She remarked.

Mark rolled his eyes. "That means they can easily be manipulated!"

"Alright, then. Want to try the fellow prisoners then?"

"That works."

"Alright, lead the way."

Mark led Cassidy around the room. "Now the best way to get them on our side will be to earn their respect. And trust me, I know all there is about respect."

"Sure you do." She replied, following after him.

"Hey! You!" Mark stomped up to a nearby prisoner. "I want to talk about respect. It's something we've been really missing here lately. Now I need you to respect me, and help me and my friend break out-"

The man glared at him and before Cassidy could stop him, he punched Mark in the gut, sending him flying through the brick wall.