WESTON POV
To my surprise the handle moves, it takes a moment before the reality hits hard, the door is unlocked as I am relishing I the surprise, I think to myself, I don’t recall hearing the lock click back into place, why didn’t I realise that.
I don’t allow myself to dwell on the thought, it's trivial and now I need to concentrate on my surroundings, given my eyes are just beginning to open, and I still have a broken leg, so I need to try play my escape down to the best shadow filled avenue as possible.
I know there are at least nine guards, and the rogue leader. Even while they begin to kick the crap out of me. Each of the wounds literally screaming at me now. I think I am working out which way they went, so I begin the opposite direction, it seems to be a corridor it’s dark and li
