Once Brent received his dinner meal, he walked back to the wall of his cell. He reached for the seventh brick down and pulled out his sharpening tools. He would need some sharp weapons for his escape plan to work. He was so preoccupied with sharpening t he tools that he hadn't noticed someone watching him.
"What are you doing?"
Brent froze, DAMN! I'm seriously slipping as of late! I have got to get it together! "I am doing absolutely nothing." He slowly turned around as he slid his project under his pillow. When he saw who it was he let out a sigh of relief. "Damn it O'Grady! Don't sneak up on me like that again, I almost had a heart attack!" He said as he eyed his visitor warily, still not fully trusting him.
"Sorry, so have ye made any progress in deciding on an escape plan
