As the gas masked man tore away from them, Jacob arched an eyebrow in confusion.

‘His…cat. He wants to find his cat. In this prison? I'm...sorry to hear that he's lost it, but I don’t think he’s going to find his cat in here.’ Thane shrugged. ‘Well, as he will. We may as well stick together; we’re much more likely to survive if we work as a team.’ He turned towards the girl. ‘I dearly hope you choose to follow me; if that explosion was your doing, I am very impressed- and somewhat scared, I must admit. You should be of much use.’ He looked at her interestedly. It was strange that the prison authorities hadn’t decided to just remove her vocal chords or ear drums. It’s what he’d have done when faced with such a person. 

He threw away his now bent and crumpled strip of metal in disgust. He needed a sword, fast. He could make do with make-shift ones for now, but it was nothing when compared with the weight and balance of a sword. He gritted his teeth, and looked up to the corridor the masked man had run into.
He burst forwards and rushed towards the cat-hunter. He grew faster and faster, his cybernetics boosting him onwards. He checked them all, flicking through his different views- infra-red, night vision, HUD- he grinned. It felt good to be back.

He skid on the floor, ducking underneath a piece of fallen pipework. He bounded forwards, and rolled into a wide, open room. The man from before was standing there, along with another girl. Thane got out of his roll into a defensive stance and called out to her. ‘Good evening. Please, tell me; are you a fellow prisoner? If so, I believe we could work together to escape. If not, then…I am sorry for your family’s loss.’