'Great', you thought to yourself, 'Out of this shithole of a prison one day and right back in it the next'. A girl, no older than 20 was thrown into the dark and dank cell opposite from yours, the guards locked her door and she thanked them with a sarcastic smile and bow.

"So, how did a little thing like you end up in a place like this?" She didn't respond with anything more than a look of intense annoyance. "Oh come on, we have plenty of time in these shitboxes, we could at least pass a bit of the time by talking?" She walked towards the front of the cell and slung her arms in between the bars, her eyes peeled for nearby guards.

"You might be in here for a long time, but some of us come prepared for a situation like this." She retracted and her eyes scanned the four close walls.

"What are you gonna do? Pull a lock pick out of your sock, pick the lock without a guard seeing and then sneak outta here?"

"Oh please, don't be ridiculous... I keep them in my hair." Her slender fingers pulled a thin metal rod from her hair and worked its way around the lock. "Hey do me a favour, gimme a whistle or something if you see a guard turn the corner?"

"What's in it for me?"

"Well I can always not shoot you in the face when I get my blaster back? And maybe, just maybe, i'll come back for you." She took a slight second to look up and let out a sly wink before returning to her work. Heavy footsteps echoed from around the corner, a subtle but jaunty whistle alerted your possible saviour to the arrival of one of the towering, single-brain called oafs that this place called a guard, her hands retracted from the lock with a satisfying click.

"Hey..." She called out to the guard who dragged his feet over to her cell.

"What?" He abruptly responded.

"I think my door is broken..."

"What do you mean your door is broken?!"

"Well... When I kick it really hard it flies open and knocks out stupid prison guards." With a large amount of her strength she kicked the door sending it clashing against his side and knocking him to the floor, with a large stride she stepped over him before checking in his pockets for anything of use.

"Well are you going to come back for me?" You asked as her hands rifled through his pockets, she eventually pulled out a small baton.

"No keys, damn it. Uumm, if I'm coming back this way sure, if not, thank you for your assistance. If any more guards come, I went that way!" Before you could argue she had ran down the corridor, probably never to be seen again.

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Written by Aaron.