ESCAPE They piled in one by one, their voices as rough as gunfire, as they marched through the halls of the Detention Centers. Their foot steps resonanted off of the thick, vibranium walls of my cell; the sound of a thousand, chattering gun barrels pounding my eardrums at once. I stared at the cieling, a few droplets of water freefalling down onto my chin as the clock ticked on. The hum of the flood lights above dwindled on and off, as the stillness of the air chapped my lips. I had no idea who the person even was. "Do not open the gate! Do not let the prisoner out; by any means necessary!"