Alex lay on the lumpy cot he'd been giving staring up at the ceiling. His cell was dark and he hoped it would work in his favor as he gently worked his hand back and forth trying to sharpen the broken bit of metal he'd pulled from the cot frame against the wall. It wasn't going to be the prettiest weapon but it would do what he needed it to do. He
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Really, this was almost too easy. That worried him more than tracking Alex.
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