When Calvo wakes....

Calco felt himself rising from the blackness, fighting to control the wave of pain and nausea that were the the sickening after effects of the stun charge. His hands were tied tightly behind him....he could barely feel his fingers....something rough that he is tied to...a tree perhaps? He opened his eyes just a fraction, doing nothing to betray the fact that he is conscious. The two guards are crouched nearby, their faces fearful, whispered words urgent between them.

"The Prison...gone! Desroyed. We'll never survive out here....."

The slim, dark haired guardswoman, Twelve, was plainly terrified.Calvo found himself perversely pleased that the delectable, short haired brunette had survived. Her fine boned, pretty face was agast with shock, her close cropped, boyish haircut making her look particularly ****.

"We have to try to make it to the nearest settlement,...."

The taller blonde girl seemed more in control, although just as frightened. her full, soft lips trembled slightly as she spoke, knowing that they were weeks away from the nearest humans by foot.......