Chapter 3: CH 3- The 3 step plan

1 week later

As I meditate I clear my mind any stray thoughts I have I quickly but softly take them out of my mind like making juice and straining it to ensure the final product is clean without any chunks.

That's when I hear the rusty door open once more, My eyes pop open, I try to keep calm but I'm only human as my heart beat starts to beat faster. There's only soo much I can control.

I usually receive breakfast at 9am. but currently its 1pm and I got no news of nothing.

I knew something was up, I tried not to think about it but this is the 7th day after-all.

No matter what happens in space, I will try to survive, previously I thought I didn't care but during day 4 I made a plan, soo well thought out but yet soo simple. Its not magic but It will help even if its just a little bit.

As 4 soldiers enter the jail cell they bring Pete some Potato Soup alongside 2 servings of bread.

They also unchain his legs.

I think about trying to disarm the soldier and grab his gun but its all pointless this isn't a movie, my efforts would only be futile.

As one of the guards bring me a new set of clothes.

"You have 1 hour, then we will escort you to the space station" The guard/soldier grunts

One of the guards whisper to the other "I'm still not comfortable doing this we have no added security, can we really trust them"

"Have Faith Zeek, if these men were mentally unstable Miss Holiday would have took the necessary precautions." Guard 2 says

"And the fact that this is illegal we cannot use an official space station with security, we just have to trust her." Guard 3 says

"After this the pay better be fucking good man." Guard 1 says

As I drink the chunky soup and put on my clothes, I look at the book.

I go to pick it up but decide to just leave it, I've read through that book in its entirety at least 4 times, it will only cause more anxiety.

During the 1 hour car ride to the area I was able to get some sleep in-between periods of waking, thankfully the guards did not try to strike any conversations with me.

During the moments I was awake i remember seeing just a deserted area I remember hearing nothing but bumps and the car engine, I only saw 1 single car the entire trip, but maybe its because I was soo tired I missed some or maybe I was just dreaming. I started to slightly regret sleeping even if it was only for a moment but no point in crying over spilled milk.

As I wake up we reach the site, I see 5 men wearing similar clothes to me and behind them is an actual spaceship. Obviously the first time I have ever seen it in person.

I walk closer to the machine to take a closer look as I look to my left, As I see a guy in a chair using his laptop and typing ferociously.

I'm not the type to engage in an unwanted conversation but, I see him scroll through multiple different social media sites searching for things related to space travel.

"What are you searching for?"

As he looks back at me, the man looks young as if he should be in high-school at best he's 18, but looks are deceiving. I don't care about what you did to get in here after-all.

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"I'm searching for any files links or words that have to do with the current mission, if anyone spoke up about this or anyone survived."

"You don't think this is the first time?"

"Impossible, If my hunch is right they have been doing this for 5 years now."

"5 years?" I say shocked

"What's your source?" This cannot possibly be true after-all going undercover sending men to their deaths for 5 years without being....

As I bend down I look through the equipment crates they consistent of gear, food, oxygen tanks, and self defense weapons.

'Jackpot, Time to commence the 1st step of the plan' As I dry my hands in my shorts.

Actually that is quite believable... this is the government were talking about men go messing everyday...

Is this everybody? one of the Convicts say he is a big broad man in soldier boots.

As Guard 2 Yells "Okay you fucking mongrels our job here is finished, everything you need is in that box, food, self defense, oxygen."

"Your obligated to come back once every year for fuel but you guys probably don't have to worry about that." As the guard laughs

"Okay lets get the fuck outta here one of the guards" say

As I scurry into one of the supply crates to look for a weapon one of the convicts ask me what am I doing as I quickly ignore him.

As the guards are roughly 20metres away they laugh with each other "They wont make it a month, I promise you."

"I wish I would be in miss holiday's officer to hear them cry and signal for help, fucking worthless losers."

"I wish I was in Miss Holiday's officer to fuc-"

Bang*

Bang*

Bang*

Bang*

Brain matter splashes onto the floor as all 4 soldiers drop dead all in a split second, every single one of the convicts are shocked out of their minds, I try to keep my cool.

Fucking idiots, as I tuck the glock-19 in my shorts.

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