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Left alone in his cell, Lyko lay on his bunk, absentmindedly twirling the pen in his fingers while thinking about escape again. The shotgun shells were useful, he found that they could be slotted into his cell's keyhole. One good hit, and the lock goes boom.

Once outside, he'd have to fight his way past the guards, all the way to the exit. The pen wasn't a knife like he was used to, but it'd have to do.

''Not yet.... wait for the right time to strike. Maybe at night, when there's less activity outside....''

Lyko's stomach growled, reminding him that he still hadn't gotten breakfast. Right now, he wished for a nice, juicy burger more than anything, but of course, nothing happened.

Instead, he hid the tools under his mattress and willed himself back to sleep, trying to forget hunger by forcing himself into the ignorant bliss of dreams....