They Wanted To Kill Him

Alexis' gaze was like that of a hunting dog. Thirsty for a catch, with all his might.

Alexis crept along, alternating between the pain in his arms and legs from the residual heat of the newly extinguished fire.

Alexis quickly squeezed under the door leaf, right under the muzzle of the rifle Penn was pointing out.

Alexis was already certain that Penn was in a weakened state, where he had been wounded, although he had no idea of the type and location of the wound.

Alexis tried to grab the door handle, but let go again, just to estimate how hot it would be when he opened it.

Alexis then made a warning sign with both hands to the prison guards in front of him.

"Stay low, until I can get the gun," Alexis said quietly, pointing the muzzle of the gun Penn was holding inside with his index finger.

After getting a nod in return, Alexis quickly turned around, pulled the muzzle of the long rifle fast and hard, got it under control, and then threw it forward until it made a loud thumping sound.

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