Huntah Huntah

"Continue walking," he said, "That goes for the lot of you," he said, referring to the people in general. Snapped out of the dream, they continued their march to the holding room.

Jet shrugged, but he was a bit happy this didn't end in violence...yet. He was going to continue walking whether the boss told him or not, and so he did.

The group would pass through the holding room, each outfitted with a bag. They would be ushered out into a cotton field, rows upon rows stretched out into the distance. It was a clear and sunny day, a sweltering 40 degrees, the height of summer. A tall fence surrounded the field, it was lined with barbs, and there were sentries, men in heavy armour, armed with intimidating assault rifles.

As Jet stepped into the cotton field, he would sweat and put his arm above his hand to cover his eyes from the sunlight. He looked at the sentries, they were intimidating, but he didn't think much of them.

While being careful to pick cotton buds, Ted would make slow but steady progress towards Jet.

Jet was picking cotton buds, until Ted closed in to him. However, Jet didn't notice him as he was too busy with his picking.

"You've gotten yourself into deeeep shit." Ted said, he bent down besides Jet and picked a cotton bud.

"Hm?" Jet looked at Ted. "Oh it's you," He said. "And Yes, I figured that. Seems like everyone here hates my guts."

"Well, you were quite infamous before you came to this prison, they called you the bomber man you know?" Ted said, "you're quite lucky that there's no death sentence in Kakin."

"Why does it matter?" He replied to Ted. "They're just going to let you rot here until you become nothing but a pile of dust. Not that I care, since I accept this punishment."

"I don't, I don't want to die here overworked and starved." Ted hissed, "and I need you for that to not happen."

"Oh?" Jet let out a confused sound. "A plan in mind?" He asked Ted quietly.

"You're going to have to trust me on this, completely and utterly." Ted said, "And first of all you have to survive, they'll tear you apart like dogs when you take a step back into the prison."

"Alright," Jet said. "What do I have to do?"

"Do you trust me?" Ted asked, "this whole entire operation is based off of trust on both sides."