Shouts echoed, filled with murderous intent.
Simmons maintained the secret technique, allowing his voice to echo within the prison, yet not a whisper spilled out.
Eilot monitored the ground, alert to every rustle.
Raymond sensed everyone's heartbeat.
When such heartbeats stayed in sync—
This 'sniper' cried out once more,
"We need to take action now!"
"I have a hidden weapons cache at Hans Port. Although it's not enough to arm everyone, and the weapons aren't the latest models, it's only temporary, because..."
"Our enemies have them!"
"What we need is to take back what belongs to us from their hands—our weapons, equipment, food, and ammunition!"
"Now, move out!"
As the words fell, Raymond began making individual contact.
"Boyer, I'm counting on you!"
"Please, make a way forward for everyone!" Raymond said.
"Leave it to me, captain!"
In a certain spot on the lowest level of the prison, a portly prisoner lifted a 'secret passage,' sticking his head inside.
