A clanging sound woke him up from his deep slumber. Then, another louder banging of metal to metal reverberated in the four corners of his confinement.
"Wake up, Travis. You have a visitor." The guard yelled at him on the other side of the cell. "Hurry up. We do not have all day." He added as he struck his metallic baton on the parallel bars again.
Nick opened his eyes, still groggy from his sleep, and moved to a sitting position. He looked up to the man on the other side and smiled.
He could not afford to piss off another guard. The last time he backed talk to one of them, he ended up with a busted lip and a bruised stomach when hit by his baton.
"Just give me a second," Nick asked the jail guard as he scrubbed his eyes and stretched his arms. Then, he was up and ready to move out of his cell.
