The man was older than him, around forty, with a lot of gray in his hair. He wasn’t as gaunt as some of the other men, which meant he hadn’t been there as long as they had. He had dark hollows under his eyes, the same as all the other prisoners. It didn’t take long for those to form, in that underground world. The Kid wondered if he already had them under his eyes. “Yes, it’s bad,” he said. “I wouldn’t have expected I’d miss standing in the sun so much, so soon.” The other prisoner grinned. “Yeah, they couldn’t have designed this place any better if they wanted to punish us or something.” He chuckled at his own dry humor and held out his hand. “I’m Carl Drake.” “Morgan,” The Kid said as he shook Drake’s hand. The strength in Drake’s grip was another indication he hadn’t been there for a long time. “I saw them bring you in yesterday. Looked like you’d had a bad time of it. Fletcher rough you up some?” “A little,” The Kid admitted. “That bastard.”
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