“Pretty,” I made note.
FYI, it was indeed pretty, for all of about two seconds. Then nuh-uh, not even close. Thankfully—and trust me, that word doesn’t even almost fit what befell us after those two pretty seconds—in any case, thankfully, the ceiling did not cave in on us. It smoked, sure, and fizzled, yep, and crumpled a little, hell to the yeah, but then again, so did everything else in that room.
First off, after the beams scattered, they did in fact hit some sort of main system. I know this because all the laser bars in the room promptly flickered and died. Cheers went up from the other inmates. Cheers went up from me and Milo, too, as we crouched there, praying we wouldn’t cave in, or smoke and fizzle, or crumple like the rest of the room was doing all around us, which was loudly an
