Time ticked away to what felt like forever. Jonathan opened his eyes, checking his watch again. It was 3 am now. He groaned as he sat up. The pain searing through his body. He breathed in, trying to somehow maybe calm it down. He looked at Mark who was asleep. He looked at the pins. Well, he did pick locks before so how hard would this one be, right? He got up and headed to the lock, silently working. Hopefully everyone was back to their peaceful routines if guards even had them. He had to get Mark out. There was just no way he was going to stay any longer. He stopped for awhile when he couldn't get it to unlock.
Focus, Jonathan.
He sighed and pulled out his phone, turning it on to check if there was line here. Probably not since it was underground. When there were no bars that told him
