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(Oh my god! Sorry for the delay. I didn't see the link in the blog.)

For the 6th time since he got thrown into jail, Lyko inspected his cell, looking for any weak points to exploit. And for the 6th time, he sighed in frustration before throwing himself back into bed.

These guys are good...He admitted. The old VPD cops were useless bufoons, incapable of finding a crook right under their noses, or imprisoning a goldfish in a bowl, but this new prison, damn...

If he had his weapons, he could probably blast a hole the wall and escape, but of course, the cops weren't that dumb to let a guy carry a dozen knives into jail. His brothers in the White Fang would find out of his arrest soon enough and bust him out, once he failed to report in. But that could take up to a week, and even longer for planning and preparations.

The breakfast alarm sounded the beginning of another boring day of prison life. His cell door clicked open and he walked out, noting the guards who watched him carefully. 1 human, and 2 AK-200 droids. Better to note their security, when the time came for escape.

He slowly made his way to the cafeteria for breakfast, but not before flipping an obscene gesture at the guards.