Chapter 3
“Agents! No hurting, no shooting, no anything! They won’t resist!” Murphy heard Mobius’ voice outside her door. She jumped up, “Loki!” She hissed, shaking him awake. He grunted in response, but sat up. “What?” He groaned, rubbing his eyes. “We have to go.” Loki’s eyes shot open, and suddenly it seemed as if he had been alive for hours. He jumped off his bed, and walked to the other side of the room where he found a bucket with water. He splashed his face, and took his bag.
“I’m ready.”
Murphy smiled, “Okay.” She turned to the door, “We still need to wait, though.”
Just then, the door banged open. Three guards jumped inside, while wearing masks over their faces and holding weapons tightly.
Behind them stood Mobius, clearly trying to resist the urge to roll his eyes.
“Guys...” Mobius sighed, he shrugged and stepped inside the cell, smiling at the prisoners.
Murphy sighed and scowled at the guards, who remained silent.
“We are leaving now.” Mobius said strictly, but still smiling.
Murphy grinned, “Alrighty.”
The two prisoners got handcuffs, and Mobius took them to a black vehicle that was in between a bus and a car. The three of them stepped in, and two other guards dressed all black with helmets stepped in and locked the door. She heard them say something in their walkie talkies.
Loki was singing a song in the highest voice he could muster, Murphy pretended to put her hands over her ears but she secretly quite liked the way he sang.