Huntah Huntah

"Oh." Ted said, "I don't doubt it will be, but I imagine it'll be the overworking which does you in."

"Yeah, I forgot about it." Jet said, while still barely eating his food. "We're really on a tough spot, aren't we?" He asked to no one in particular while getting up from his seat.

"I'm about done with the meal. I guess I'll be hanging around here if you need me." He then walked away to return the plate, before just lounging around.

Ted would grab Jet by his sleeve and hold him, "I wouldn't recommend getting into trouble, or standing out, there's dangerous people here." And he would let Jet go and lounge around.

Jet gave him a thumbs up, then just proceeded to lounge around, waiting for what would happen next.

"Is your name Jet Hussein?" A young man would ask.

"...Yes, that would be me." Jet replied to the sudden young man appearing. "And who might you be, good sir?"

The man looked humourless, "you were expected, for quite some time. You're bigger behind the TV, and with that mask." He said with barely hidden wrath.

Jet tilted his head a bit down, still looking at the man. "...Have I done you wrong?" He asked. Maybe this man was a relative of one of the many families Jet had wiped off? Or another reason?

Whatever the cause was, Jet was wary of this individual.

"You've done a lot of people wrong, even The Boss." The man said, "and now you're here."

"It would not change the situation if I said this, But I do apologize for what I have done." Jet told the man. "And, while I would rather not be here, This prison is my punishment for my wrongdoings and I have to accept that fact."

"Oh no," he said, "we're your punishment. There's a loooot of people in here who got screwed over by you." More and more attention was being drawn to Jet, and the messenger.

Jet sighed. "What can I do to make amends for all of you?" He referred to the people the man mentioned.

Ted began to shuffle out of the room.

"Oh," the messenger said, "die a gruesome death?" He suggested.

"Nice suggestions, but," Jet replied. "I'm afraid I can't do that. As bad as this current situation is, I am still optimistic about what the future reserves; Death isn't an option for me."

The atmosphere within the room promptly took a nose dive off a cliff. However, Jet would be saved; An alarm rang out within the area, from speakers in high up spaces, safe from the prying claws of prisoners. In a dull tone it ordered the prisoners to go through to holding room 4, they would have to pass through a dull hallway, which was marked with a big red "4", there they would collect bags.

Outside, underneath a scorching sun, was a field of cotton, it stretched as far as the eye could see. The prisoners were required to pick the cotton and put it into the bags.