As they entered, Devon looked around the cell.
"What. The. Fu-"
Behind him Fiarr said something then walked back out, talking on her comm. Devon didnt hear.
He stood there, regarding the four prisoners, mind racing. Trying to think of some scenario in which an escaped prisoner WASN'T a potential disaster.
Fiarr Melan'nel:
Fiarr comes back to Devon frowning. "I can't get Two on the comm. Pretty sure she took over security duties when Five went off shift. Comms seem to be working, I just can't raise her."
"I want everyone on duty, now. I want Two found." Devon didnt shout, but the tension in his voice and the whiteness in the knuckles of his clenched fists betrayed his mood. Tendons in his neck stood out as he turned to Fiarr and almost snarled.
"I want our Imperial 'friend' found. And if you can come up with a compellin' reason for me to not shoot that guy on sight, I'll be interested to hear it."
He rounded on the four prisoners.
"Anythin' you guys wanna tell me? We came here ready to cut a deal with you lot - get you outta here. Right now, that's gettin' dumped straight down the disintegrator unless someone can explain to me why I shouldnt."
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