SUNRISE. IT IS A BEAUTIFUL THING THAT OSCAR MISSED. He usually jogged in the mornings, giving him the opportunity to see sunrises. However, that day was different. Although his cell had been unlocked since the day he beat Scott, not a ray of sun was visible in that prison as the whole place was buzzing with his fellow omegas’ chatter. Over all, that was the furthest his freedom could go— a little social life.
"Let’s take it up a notch, guys. We can do this!" he encouraged his prison mates. He had not been scheduled for a match since his fight with Scott last week. Nonetheless, he still made it a point to train continuously. Elliot had trained him well, and now he was teaching what he had learned from his friend to others.
"Five hundred three," Bart counted with him. They were doing push-
