again!” said Rumhead “Step One – we walk to the prison in a nonchalant, man about town kind of way hoping not to get noticed. If we do get noticed we run to the prison trying not to get killed.Wanker Wayne will be at the back of the group – taking any bullets that may be fired”“Do I have to go at the back Rummy?” whined Wanker Wayne“Yes you do – it's your turn” replied Rumhead.
You little prick – I hate Rummy
he thought tohimself.Wanker Wayne went into a huff – the rest of the group started to smile.“Carrying on” continued Rumhead. “Once at the prison we will gain access somehow, rescue theCaptain and then run to the harbour where The Sinking Feeling will be waiting for us after successfully getting through the blockade, sinking all the Navy ships and killing all the guards onthe wall”***“One of your plans is it?” enquired the God of Life“I may have helped” replied the God of Doomed Plans“Fate? What do you reckon – can they make it this time?” asked the God of Life“Hah, are you joking – not a chance this time. 200 souls and 7 days of Creation says they all die!”“I do HATE creation – bloody hard work, need lots of rest” said the God of Life, a weighing up of options look on his face. “You have a deal – Death, want to get in on this? Death? Where the hellis he now?”***The God of Death had never left Port Yale. He had seen the memo go out from The God of Doomed Plans and thought it wiser to stick around. There was going to be a lot of death thisevening – this he knew, but whose was still blank.
It always is where Captain Camp is concerned – there is a mystery to him I can't quite solve.
He had wandered to the Prison to go and look at the Captain as although they had been close manytimes before he had never gone and looked at the man. He wandered along the many rows of cells – all full of Black Guards armed to the teeth.
Ah – so this is a trap – I wonder where he actually is?***
There were two Black Guards standing outside the Prison. One of them was looking down thestreet at a group of very nonchalant, very men about town, people walking towards the Prison.
Well, they can't be up to any mischief – look how nonchalant they are
. He looked over at the other guard, who had fallen asleep.
Probably due to how bloody nonchalant that group are! I wonder what the weather will be like tomorrow? Is that blood? I appear to have been stabbed – howupsetting.
“Well – that worked surprisingly well – are we all still here? Wanker Wayne?” said Rumhead