He sits up, alarmed, and two men wearing the uniforms of fire-fighters put their hands on his chest, calming him. “Relax, sir,” says the largest one. “We're in the prison.” He takes a breath and almost lets himself loose, and then his face twists up in alarm again. Before he can ask, the fire-fighter raises his hand again. “The plan worked – the fire. We got the bastard.” “His helmet, too?” “Yeah, it's been broadcasting for the last twenty minutes. They'll be coming.” Gregor nods, taking this in. He tries to sit up and grimaces, clutching his chest. “You ok, sir?” “My chest,” he grunts. “He hit me, didn't he?” “Yeah.” “Might have broken a rib,” says Gregor, clenching his teeth. Spittle flies from his mouth as he speaks. “Do we have control of the prison?” “See for yourself,” says one of the men, and offers him a hand. Gregor waves him away and wrestles himself to the edge of the cot. He stands, grunting in pain, leaning to one side. The piss-stained coat is still wrapped around him; he shrugs it off in disgust and screws his nose up.
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