BB had beaten his father somewhat in a battle of wits. Though, Dials was still scheming away, and he was still stuck in Backtown after what felt like a thousand years. For some reason, he was feeling under a lot of pressure as the radio host who wrote poetry was gone and the prized fighter of the pit had escaped as well. Now, the leader of the prison was gone, and the newspaper had been leaked the information about the Appalachian Butcher coming back after half a thousand years.
"He's got us bugged and he might plan on leaking our conversation to the papers."
"The one about getting us out?"
"Yes."
"Why don't we do something?"
"I plan on doing nothing."
Alexandria's eyes widened at her friend's statement. He was smart enough to make it go away. He was already hated as corruption in the prison ran rampant. His reputation as the Appalachian Butcher would have him working as a footstool or perhaps as a man who walked into stores and randomly started cleaning. Those men were usually the worst. They worked twenty-four seven. Never slept unless the guard had left them alone long enough.
"Why?"
"Because unlike my father, I leaked it to the papers. He likes to blackmail so I said to Hell with it. Though, with proper interrogation skills curtesy of our one and only General Sears, we got some journalists to make it look like we were afraid for our lives and that Father was trying to silence us."
It was obvious he was in a good mood and had even straightened his posture. He walked with a slight limp as some shrapnel had ended up in his leg a while back but ODETTA was able to remove it before anything like infection had gotten a hold on him.
"How are we going to get out of here? That's the real question. We need to figure this out because Dials placed a ban on bomb vest scouts and we still need to leave. What can I do? I don't like being a guard. It's too still for my tastes."
"Simple. You go out today and let everyone out of their cells and toss them the keys to the armory. Dials will be busy and we'll be free."
"But he'll be expecting that. First Joey and Scott go out and then you kill his men. We need to bide our time. Especially if we want Mistress and Sears to get out of here."
He smiled. It was obvious he was trying to look cool. Though, he just looked like a kid in a candy store.
"See, he'll know about the murders but if a riot happens he'll think they'll do it. Then, we fake our deaths. Hundreds of people go out as well and some parts of the city will be unrecognizable."
"How exactly are we going to be getting out of the city when this Hell on earth is happening?"
"Sears and Mistress can handle it."