Her cries from the phone drove him nuts. “Byron I don't know these people… Ahh!” She cried as the lady who took her 3 days ago gave her a hot slap across her face. “There’s more from where that came from, bitch! Don't you think there's a reason why this script is in my hand? Read it out to him or I blow your brains out!” Sara's cries filled the place and Byron could hear all of this through the phone in his ear. Byron heard it and frowned. Damn, he should have known Derek and his team had something to do with her disappearance. The Sara he knows would never skip work not even for the most common reason. “Sophia!” he called in anger. How dare they take her? “Don't call me just listen to whatever she has to tell you, Byron…. I wouldn't have to hit her if she plays her part!” Sophia yelled over the phone. “Pray nothing happens to her, if not.. I'd kill you with my bare hands.” Byron warned. “I'm so scared.” Sophia mocked. “Kindly advise? Listen to what your girlfriend h
“Listen, are we going to keep wasting time worrying about who might fall in here or we face what we are here for?” Byron asked.Yes he knew the consequences but the faster they got out of this dump, the better for all of them.“He is right.” Tbaj shrugged and they all started.The three of them dug and dug and dug until midnight. They all took turns in creating the whole, linking to the outer part of the place where they were going to crawl out and escape.When it was Byron's turn, he poured the sand that was coming from the outside into a bucket and handed it to Sucre for him to pour it somewhere before giving him back the empty bucket so he could continue the process.“Step aside.” Byron said and they all did as he said. “The sand is going to come down in 3.. 2..1.” At his last words, the place was filled with dust.They coughed and covered their nose as they raised their head to see the hole was now visible.“We did it!” Tbaj jubilated as they could all see the sky from where they
“Uh…nothing, nothing at all, we… were.. just…” Sucre didn't know what to say next as he was sweating, stuttering and shaking at the same time. He had never been more nervous. The cops almost caught them moving their bunk, what if they had seen the hole? Byron, who noticed Sucre had run out of what to say, quickly helped, “....Trying to adjust it… nothing serious, officer.” Suddenly, the noise from underneath their cell could be heard again. It started off slowly and bit by bit, it migrated into a loud noise, and this time, the cops noticed. They turned to each other and then back to the inmates. “What's that? What's that sound I'm hearing?” “Fuck!” Sucre cursed inwardly. Then he wiped his sweat, turning to Byron to help the situation. He remembered he had warned him about this but he had turned a blind eye to it. “Um… that's the sound of the rats… it's usually like that here…. right, Sucre?” Byron said and asked Sucre who nodded nervously. “Exactly.” The two cops gla
“I don't know, I think I stepped on something.” Tbaj said, worry etched on his face as the red light didn't stop flashing across the whole place. Sucre immediately lowered himself to check it out. He saw similar buttons surrounding the place where Tbaj was standing and was careful not to step on one himself. “Don't just look around, what is it? And why is the beeping sound…” He sighed in frustration. “Who turned on the red light? Why is it blinking? Is it because I stepped on this thing?” he asked, afraid to take a step from the button he was stepping on. After carefully scanning the button Tbaj was standing, Sucre said, “It's some kind of explosive button.” Tbaj’s heart sank. “Explosive?!” He breathe heavily, “What does that mean? Will I be dead?” He panicked as his pounded against his chest and his palm felt cold. “If you remove your legs from there, you will be dead.” Sucre announced, sending shivers down Tbaj's spine. Tbaj's sweat kept rolling down his face and dropping
“No…no…no…Don't say that, help me out, man…please.” Sucre ran his hand through his hair and set the ladder as if ready to climb out of the hole and escape. “Byron, come on…. We have to go.” He said to Byron who had the most confused expression. Sara needs him and so does his cousin's son… he had to give Sucre alive to Derek so he could get his woman back but could he bring himself to leave Tbaj here to die? “What's that?” Tbaj said as a tear fell off his left eye. Byron seeing this only felt heartbroken. “Sucre why are you doing this? Both of you can't just leave me here! Byron!!” He called. “We checked the timer bro! It's clicking fast, if we all don't get out of here before the exact time, we will all die!” Sucre announced, sending a cold shocking feeling to Tbaj's body. Tbaj knew Sucre never liked him so he chose not to listen to him. He was sure Sucre was just saying that to scare him or something. He wiped his tears and turned to Byron for help, “Tell me it's not tr
Byron, who knows Sucre was the reason he was brought here…He was aware leaving without him would be a waste to all his efforts.He didn't say a word. He simply nodded at the cop who opened the exit door for him. He wasn't caught and right now, in the middle of the chaos that was going on in there, this was his freedom.Sucre was rather stunned than disappointed that Byron was actually walking to the door and leaving him behind.They did this together, he wasn't supposed to leave without him.“Move it!” The cops said to him and placed a handcuff on his hands.They were about to drag him back inside when Byron used his elbow in hitting the cop beside him.Swiftly he smashed two cops with the office chair he grabbed then he hijacked their guns and pointed it at the cops taking Sucre away.“Office Kent?” The two cops who held Sucre called Byron as they seemed confused as to my an officer will fight and point his gun at his fellow officer.“Let him go.” Byron pointed at the two of them whi
Byron brought out a big cardboard and drafted a map on it. He walked over to the marker board and drew a lot of things that only they could understand. For the past two days he had been like this. He refused to talk to anyone except it was necessary. He was just busy drafting out his plan. He had tried to contact Carol, Joanna, Bruno and the rest of his loyal acquaintances but found out they were all murdered in cold blood. None of them were left alive to take his case up as he was framed and sent to jail without trial. It was no wonder he never heard from any of them while he was in jail. He had thought they didn't visit it or try to help because they didn't wanna get involved or they were threatened… they were actually dead! Sucre walked up to Byron and dropped a cup of coffee on his table. “Dude, you need to relax…” “I have nothing to say to you.” He said to Sucre who had a swollen cheek. Sucre sighed, “But I already apologized, didn't I? I said I was sorry, don't forget the
“Hello?” Derek said on the other end then Byron turned to Sucre. They had thought Sophia was the one calling them back but that bitch!She gave Derek the phone.“I can talk to them myself, Derek… It's fine.”Byron remained silent, not uttering a word as the call connected. He wasn't sure if Sophia had told Derek: he was the one calling her but still, he had to make sure.“Whatever… and why isn't the person saying anything?” Derek handed the phone back to Sophia who forced an awkward smile and said, “It might have disconnected or it's probably poor service.” She said out loud that Derek and Byron heard it.Then Byron was convinced she hadn't said anything to Derek just yet.“I'd just go call them.” She said to Derek. Though the line was still connected and Byron was able to hear what she was saying to Derek as she was yet to hang up.“Why step out… to call them, when…you can just… call them… here.” Derek said in-between kisses.Byron raised a brow as he realized Derek was kissing Sophi