Valerie’s Elites by Justin Sloan & P.T. Hylton & Michael Anderle & Craig Craig Martelle

Author:Justin Sloan & P.T. Hylton & Michael Anderle & Craig Craig Martelle [Sloan, Justin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: LMBPN Publishing
Published: 2017-12-05T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Swarthian Extended Detention Environment (SEDE)

Kalan woke up early, strangely refreshed after a night in his childhood cot. He tried to push away thoughts of the things he needed to do that day. Break into the most secure wing of the prison, get a political prisoner out, find a way off this ship… It was best not to think about that. Not yet.

For now, Kalan wanted to enjoy being in his childhood apartment and seeing his mother.

He sat up to find Bob upright in the cot across from him, clearly not sharing his hopeful tranquility. There were dark circles under his eyes and he looked positively pissed.

“Morning,” Kalan said. “How’d you sleep?”

Bob scowled. “Between your snoring, the constant shouts and screams coming from the other cells, and this rock-hard cot? Not great. Not great at all.”

Kalan raised his arms and stretched, his shoulders cracking as he worked the stiffness from them. “We prefer to call them apartments, not cells.”

“Whatever!” Bob said. “All I know is, I’m glad I only have to spend one night here.”

“Assuming we don’t get caught,” Kalan pointed out.

He stood up and walked to the sink, and splashed a little water on his face. The previous evening had been a whirlwind reunion with his mother. Her reaction upon seeing him had been a strange combination of shock, delight, and horror. Her understandable first assumption had been that he had been arrested and convicted, but once he’d alleviated that fear she had been much more excited to see him.

She’d still given him a hell of a time for being stupid enough to come back voluntarily.

Much to Kalan’s surprise, Bob and his mother had gotten along quite well. They’d even ganged up on him a little, teasing him about his serious nature.

All these thoughts were running through Kalan’s head when he heard the yelling from outside.

“Grayhewn!”

A feeling of dread crept into Kalan’s stomach. He recognized that voice, and it represented a problem he did not need this morning.

“Grayhewn!” the familiar voice called again. “I know you’re hiding behind your mama in there. Come out and face me or we’ll come in after you.”

Kalan patted his face with a towel and sighed. It appeared there would be no getting around this.

He turned to find Bob staring out the window with a look of horror on his face. “What the hell is that thing?”

Kalan’s mother Gara answered from the doorway. “It’s a walking, talking piece of shit named Zoras, and he controls the black market in this cellblock. Kalan was dumb enough to piss him off the day before he got out.”

Bob glanced at Kalan. “What possessed you to do that?”

Kalan peered through the hole that served as a window, confirming that Zoras was just as ugly as he remembered. “He punched a friend of mine in the face. I punched back.”

“He doesn’t take kindly to that sort of thing,” Gara explained.

Kalan looked at her again, unable to keep the smile off his face at the sight of her. She was taller than he was, but lean and muscular.

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