Josh sat in his cell the dirty tiled walls and floor were dirty and cracked, Little light flooded in from the light above, the uncomfortable cot he was lying about made him want to sleep on the floor instead. He hated it here, but he needed to be with his own people to save them, he wanted them all to be free, even if some of them didn't deserve it. He sat up, his eyes adjusting to the dim yellow light, he stared at a pebble on the ground willing it to move he knew it wouldn't work. But he had read somewhere about the power of suggestion, tell someone they can't do something and sometimes they can't. 

His thought was interrupted by an unlocking of a door, a black boot stepped in "come on, scum you've been chosen" the man's voice was gruff and filled with hatred, Josh stood up and walked through the threshold of his holding cell and into the hallway as he walked the guard purposely walked faster than him, stepping on his heels "come on, speed up you piece of shit" the man spat Josh sighed with annoyance and kept walking. Your time will come he kept thinking to himself.

He was brought to a giant room with a few prisoners scattered about walked away from the door and sat down on a nearby bench thinking about how he could destroy this place. He would need help if he wanted to escape "time to start recruiting". He whispered to himself.