I laughed quietly as I listened to Sam's little lie he was telling the guards. Once they were all focused on helping him with his 'girl troubles', I casually walked by, hoping to look like just another soldier. I guessed it worked because in no time, I was walking through the front door of the building. It was dark, damp, and smelled of mildew. "Gross." I whispered to myself. 

"We have to find a way out of here." I could hear a mans voice coming from around the corning. "They think they got me.. They ain't got nothin'. I ain't goin' out like that. Jus' sittin' and waitin' and runnin' out to get killed." I crept around the corner and noticed the man speaking wasn't the one from earlier. He was a pale, buff man with black rustled hair all over the place. When he noticed me, he paused. "What'chu doin' in here, girl. Gone before they catch you too. You don't look like you s'pose to be in here." 

"I'm not." I smirked. "I'm trying to help y'all. But you gotta help me." I paused, looking over my shoulder to make sure no one was coming. "Where's the man the brought in here just a little bit ago?" I asked. "Brown skin, brown hair, skinny...." I trailed off, waiting for a response. The man nodded towards his left and told me he was in the second cell. "Thanks." I said quietly, quickly jogging towards where he'd told me to go. Just seconds later, I'd reached my destination. The man sat on a dusty old bed with his legs hanging over the edge, both of his feet planted on the ground. 

"What d'you want?" He spat. "You here to kill me because I was going to tell all of your little secrets? Well I got news for you. Fu-" 

"Hey, hey, hey. Chill, man. I'm one of the good guys. But I need your help... What were you saying back there? What secrets are you talking about." I asked, walking closer to his cell and grabbing the jail cell bars.