Glancing around, I surveyed the room and gasped. A ten-foot hole inhabited the outer wall. Chunks of rubble were strewn about the breech. Two dust-covered men threw rocks aside before dashing in. “I’m Pavel Berzen and this is Kevin Kelsey. We’re members of The Underground.” I squinted at the huge man. “Pavel. You set the explosives at the wall.”He stared at me a second before nodding. “Yes and now we’re here to rescue you.”Before now, I had no expectations for freedom. I had resigned to my fate. I couldn’t escape or die. So as the two unknown men waited for a response, I stared, unmoving. I was too broken to feel hope. I kept glancing at the door, waiting for the prison guards to burst in and kill both rebels. An alarm blared outside my cell. The men’s eyes flicked up. There. The guards would be here soon to stop them. “We’ve got to hurry,” said Pavel. The silent one nodded and pulled a hacksaw from a well-worn messenger bag. He positioned it before sawing through the locks.
