A Mind Like Mine: Lock Down

The name is Reighly Cain, age 17. The year is 3027, and the planet I once knew as my home has been taken over by false leaders. They have taken First Earth and it's close inhabitants as hostages, and the people of these planets aren't even aware. I will go to any lengths, and do anything, to expose them for what they truly are.


6. Mirror, Mirror


Mirror, Mirror


"Alright then, from the little knowledge that I've been able to obtain from my cell, I understand that there is an extra-large ventilation system throughout the entirety of the ship. I can see two ventilation shafts in total in this cell block, and after communicating with the cell block behind us through Morse code, I was able to determine that they too, have a total of two shafts in their block." I begin to explain as clearly as I can.

Karina decides to chime in with an annoying question, “Okay, and what does that have to do with anything?"

I sigh heavily but answer anyway, "It has to do with the fact that they may be our best method of escape. If we can somehow make it to them, we may be able to have the smallest of us wiggle through them or something. Or, if possible we can tamper with them and cause them to malfunction. If we achieve the latter, then the protocol for any type of ventilation or airlock malfunction on ships is to evacuate the area and have it repaired carefully and immediately. One can only hope that they are actually required to follow such a protocol." 

Ritz clears her throat then adds, "Yeah, that's cool and all Reighly, but all of that has to do with at least one of us getting free from our cell so we can actually get to the ventilation shaft." 

That's just the thing too, I don't really know how to begin it. I have ideas for everything after and in between, but not the start. I sigh and answer, "So, I admittedly only have so much to my plan, so any suggestions for us to get that point would actually be appreciated greatly."

I'm greeted by silence for a long time, until I surprisingly hear Shay shout suddenly. "I got it!"

"You got what Shay?" Any idea, even if it's far off may be helpful right now, I'll take anything at this point honestly.

"An idea, duh. Remember when that old man from our block got sick?" I can feel the excitement radiating off him from here. 

"Yeah, I remember, I was glad they decided to pull him out of here and take him to Leader knows where. Sicknesses like that can spread fast through a place like this, and I'd rather not get sick, being imprisoned is enough for me for now, thanks." I shudder just thinking about all the germs that old man had been spreading around, with all the hacking he was doing. Then when he vomited over and over again, yeah, no.

"That's exactly it, they pulled him out of here. They took him from his cell!" 

I stand stock still for a while mulling it over in my head. I can't believe it, Shay gave us a solid idea. 

"Shay, you genius little ball of energy! Perhaps if one of us can fake being ill good enough, they'll eventually be forced to do something about it, and take the person from their cell!" Shay's excitement is the real disease around here, it's contagious!

"Yeah, but there will be orderlies escorting that person, and the orderlies here I'm pretty sure are genetically mutated with Yingtens or something." I peer over to see that it was Jaaron that spoke up with that tidbit of knowledge. 

"I highly doubt they're that tough Jaaron, but I do see you're point. Maybe the others can start some argument or fight of a sort to grab their attention while the one acting sick can get an upper hand and take em' out."

 If I don't have to get involved in the physical part I'm all good, my usefulness is my brain anyway.

"You're going to have to do it Reighly, you know, that right?" 

Did I just hear Jaaron correctly? "Excuse me, but what!"

"I have to agree with him there Rei Rei, it's gotta be you mate" My everyday friendly block buddy Shay agrees with him, apparently.

"Come on, really guys? I mean have you seen me, I'm not a complete noodle, but I'm nothing compared to the strength that you both are packing." I hate to admit my weakness, but in this case, I'll fake a broken leg if I must.

"Sorry man, but it's got to be you." Jaaron at least has the decency to add a bit of remorse in his voice.

"Why does it have to be me!"

"Because, I have notoriously recently beat someone very noticeable. They'll be expecting me to do something, ill or not, so they'll be prepared, and Shay has a history of being physically violent in the face of an adversary. When they caught him he still was hurting officers after they had already shot him multiple times. I, I read his file too." 

If I didn't know better I'd say that Jaaron was slightly bashful with that last statement. By the Leader though, he does have a point. Ugh!

"But, what about the girls, surely one of them could do it. Maybe Ritz, I know she has a mean right hook if the rumors are true." Anyone but me, come on, come on.

"That may be true, but maybe they'd be better at distracting the orderlies than us, and I'd rather avoid putting ladies in the face of danger like that if I can prevent it." That heroic, smooth son of a-

"Fine, all right, whatever!" I give up, it's just going to be continuously pushed onto me, and I know it. I'm so doomed, I'm made for hacking and planning, and possibly leading, not being the muscle. 

I hear the cell block door screech open followed quickly by a sharp yell from a guard. "Lights out freaks!", and everything is soon plunged into darkness, and my view is further obscured when the metal shutters fall over the bars. 

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