Jarmen lowered his head as he walked by a small group of guards. The small device attached to his cloak rendered him invisible to the eye for the most part. The only thing that could still be seen were his glowing eyes, a leftover from his days in the Mendes Research labs where he had been created. He pressed along the side, sucking in his breath when one of the guards staggered slightly, almost running into him. He might be invisible but he could still be felt.
It had taken him longer than he expected to gain entrance to the prison. He had landed his small transport several kilometers away and hiked closer to the fortress four days before. He had camped just outside the dead zone, trying to figure out how he was going to get in.
His luck changed on the morning of the fifth day when a sm
