19 August, Miliary Prison, City K
David, as he was let back into his cell moved and sat down on the bolted chair. The short period of exercise he had, had only just been able to calm himself down. He was ready to do whatever he could to destroy those turncoats. They sold him out for the sake of a metaphorical few gold coins. In this case their reward was the illusion of the potential of an early release from prison but, would be a lifelong period of imprisonment.
