Nick grumbled, “Yes, sir.”
John snorted, “Fine.”
Jimmy rounded on Witze. “What about you? Got anything to say?”
“No, sir, I don’t.” Witze rocked on the balls of his feet and shook his head.
“Good, settled then,” Jimmy said, looking pointedly at each of them. Nick completely understood how Jimmy had become an overseer of the sentries. The man simply took no crap or prisoners. “Two of us go in. The other two create distractions.”
“None of the guards will know me. They’ve seen Larry and…” John waved at Nick. “I’ll go.”
Jimmy nodded. “The guards will be looking for guns, not knives, and certainly not a slave that can throw them as accurately as Nick can. So, Nick will go and back you up.”
“There was a section of breezeway between the barn and cell block next to it that had more windows.
