And then they came.
JANE could have opened that door, but she did not. She was on a time clock and she knew her Two New Friends needed that time to make their way through the sewers. Also, with her new nifty sense of humor intact and flourishing, she wanted those that had never thought her as anything other than a bucket of diodes, circuits, and genetically engineered DNA, to feel, perhaps for a moment feel her angst.
Down the tunnels and covered in blood, some 1000 of the convicts and massive Droids, some carrying severed human heads, King Mohammad carrying an axe, walked.
Inside Central Control General Clark and Warden Hendley, knowing now that his vacay had been postponed and with the fifteen tech and officers and two lightly armed guards were cuddling in a corner. With abject terror
