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The prison whose halls Grant now walked did not have a name as far as he was aware of. It was a government black site; the kind of place that you wouldn't find on any paperwork, and that only a handful of people could even claim to know about. Luckily for him, he had done some work for the warden a few years back. A prisoner had somehow managed to get out, and the Prince had tracked him down and brought him back. To this day nobody knew how the inmate had gotten out, and there had been no escapes since. 

Not yet at least.

Recently the facility had taken custody of an inmate who had proved to be all kinds of trouble for them. Grant didn't know what Saito Jengtsu did to get put here, but it was instigating a riot during which he had killed three other inmates and hospitalized half a dozen guards had gotten him moved to solitary. A further escape attempt had gotten him put in the most secure part of the facility, known as the Coffin. A 12 x 12 cell of three foot thick steel; enchanted to hell and back by master wizards. No natural light got into the cell, and the prisoner was made to wear heavily enchanted shackles. On the outside of the coffin was another heavily secured room, surrounded on all sides by armed guards. 

When Grant arrived outside the cell, he was taken to a spot where a speech bubble had been painted on the metal. When he spoke, the prisoner would be able to hear him, and respond back.

"They tell me that most inmates who get put in there go insane from the isolation within a week," Grant spoke in a conversational tone, "You've been in there for a month. Hearing voices yet?"

@Chappu

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Bump bump, bump bump, bump bump.. The only sound he heard was the blood running through his veins. The opening and closing the the left and right ventricles as oxygen enriched the blood. Saito has been in meditation since the day of his arrival on this black site. The molding of chakra had been sealed beneath the shakes yet it flowed deeply within his core. Manifesting and layering waiting to explode in an instant. One might get the shakes like too much sugar in the blood stream yet he was calm and quiet. “No voices. I like the silence, you can feel the nervousness of the guards stationed outside the walls. Each one already anxious enough to make a move..”

The fear of those who guarded him was tangible beyond belief. Stone faced as always they showed nothing when Grant arrived, however each had an itchy finger to draw from the holster and fire without hesitation. “You don’t sound like the warden, what are you? The shrink? When did they let kids into black sites??” The question was ignored as he remained in darkness keeping his eyes closed. The shackles remained tight around his athletic yet lean figure. The black jumpsuit granted to prisoners was all he wore with bare feet. 

“Better yet, I’m surprised the Warden granted anyone to speak to me.. So what brings you here fresh meat?” Saito questioned his brow dared to raise at this point. The situation was pathetic and laughable almost but he was happy to have his own space. 

Adjusting his back slightly he had an odd idea. Without hesitation as kicked both legs forward making the loose chains snap forward in a loud crack. The walls shook a moment, the vibration rolled though the floor next and out to the other walls. Of course he did not attempt to break the chains, but for Grant there was a clear change of posture in every guard. 

Each quickly rounded upon the cell weapons drawn and safeties were off without hesitation. “See what I mean.. So damn tense.” 

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Grant looked around at the startled men, their nervousness confirming what he had already suspected. Nothing was going to get done as long as they were in the room. He looked behind him to the warden and nodded. The man looked reluctant, but soon started barking orders at the guards. With the kind of discipline that came from constant drilling, the men retreated from their posts. Once they were gone, the room was completely sealed, and a large cluster of crystals embedded in the ceiling flickered to life. Finally, the cell seemed to retract into the ground.

"Here," the prince said, tossing a key at the prisoners feet, "Take those things off, stretch you're legs. It might be awhile before you get to stretch your legs again."

The implication of his actions was clear. He was telling Saito in no uncertain terms that he was completely confident that he could keep the other man from escaping should he have to. When dealing with prisoners like him, establishing respect was paramount. 

"I've come here for one reason. But before I get to that, I want to ask you one question. What would you do if you managed to escape from this place?"

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When the guards slowly retreated, the silence and removal of his cage made him quirk. This was highly unusual, Nike before had dared to open his cage much less give him the key to his freedom. Curiosity was slowly starting to get the better of him. 

Slowly reaching out he caught the key in his lap and began opening the locks around his body. With a loud thud each hit the steel floor beneath him. The air with seemed to shift and shimmer as the reservoir of pent up chakra began to bubble to life. He had earned Saito’s cooperation for the time being. Stretching his limbs he went too to bottom allowing joints to pop and relax. 

“Honestly, I doubt there’s anything left for me in Alterion.. Going home is not an option. Perhaps I might find use of my skills I’d still have my whole life to live.. But let’s not talk jokes. Why are you here? Clearly your station is one of importance to the warden.” 

When the shackles on his ankles dropped the air got denser before Saito inhaled and suppressed the rushing flow. Standing tall to Grant he looked the man up and down before giving a raised brow expression.

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Grant ignored the question about his identity and continued, "You're right, you couldn't go home. In fact, you couldn't go anywhere. Even assuming you could break out of here, you would be a hunted man for the rest of your life. Never stopping, never trusting. A life of fear and violence; and most likely a short life at that."

This was the critical part. He had laid out the grim reality of Saito's situation; which meant now was the time to offer him a lifeline. If he could convince him that he would be better off with Grant, he had him. 

"But I can give you a way out. I won't lie to you; I want to put your unique talents to use against the enemies of my nation. Your life will still be a violent one, but you will have a place to return to. A nation to call your own. Not freedom, not quite. I would say it would be akin from moving from maximum security to a generous form of probation/work release."

Now the prince looked Saito dead in the eye, "I will only ask you once. If you decline, I'll walk out of here and you'll never see me again."

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Out of the freezer and into the frying pan aye? That was one way to put the situation rather light instead of his first thought. Kill the man? What did this man know of never having a moments rest? Even when Saito had been sentenced to jail time his killers still came. Solitary was the last place and quite frankly the only space where a close to successful attempt might happen. Whose to say this might be it?! The mention of no freedom was something he forfeit when he decided to take up training. “Freedom is truly a bored man’s concept of relaxation. I’ve never known such a luxury..” His gaze remained empty, the soul inside had died out a long time ago. It was almost as if Saito didn’t see the prince at all. Instead they were eyes set to greet death at any given moment. 

“Let us not waste time on the known knowns and the known unknowns. I accept this proposal, it’s better than waiting to be killed in a cage by another assassin.” Dusting over his orange baggy jumpsuit which was rolled up half way at the legs and sleeves; Saito held out his left hand, the ebony arm was scarred heavily but muscular none the less.

A handshake always sealed a true deal even if he was just hired muscle.

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Grant stepped forward and shook Saito's hand, "Glad to have you aboard.

When the two men parted hands, Saito would find a small vial of liquid.

"Drink that, and when you wake up you'll be rid of this place."

The drug he had handed the man would induce a state akin to cardiac arrest. Seconds after ingestion, the symptoms would begin to present themselves. Saito's heart rate would skyrocket, and we would begin to sweat profusely. He would vomit up whatever meager food his captors had given him that day, and he would begin to foam at the mouth. The blood vessels in his eyes, nose, and mouth would rupture, giving him a bloody appearance. Thirty seconds after taking the pill, he would fall into a comatose state. 

Once the symptoms had begu, Grant would call out, "Guards! Guards come quickly!"

With impressive speed, the warden and his men rushed into the cell; calling for a medic upon laying eyes on the apparently dying man. When their efforts failed, the warden approached Grant.

"What the fuck happend?"

"I don't know. He made a few gestures with his hands, and then this happened!"

"Fuck!" the warden spat, "Fucking shinobi! I knew I shouldn't have let you unchain him! What the hell do I do now?"

"If I were you, I would cremate the body," Grant replied as he began to walk away, "Shinobi are known to plant booby traps in their own bodies that activate upon death."

"Right," the warden nodded, "I'll have to write a report. I'll have to mention your visit."

The prince continued walking, "I have nothing to hide warden."


— Jeremy Fenske

Mal had been hiding in the prisons crematorium for hours by the time the guards wheeled in the "Corpse," of Saito. Getting in had been as simple as drugging a guard at the tavern in the nearby town; then escorting him home. Depositing the man in his bed, he had taken his spare uniform and headed for the prison. The guard would wake up later, thinking that he had slept through his shift. After getting the clothes, entering the prison had been as simple as playing the part. 

Once the guards left, Mal used alchemy to open an hole in the floor of the crematorium. He had already planted a suitable amount of ash in the furnace, and lit the flames. The mortician would no doubt think an eager assistant had done the job for him. Once he had gotten Saito into that ran beneath the prison, he would administer the antidote for the drug he had been given. Upon Waking, Mal would keep a respectable distance as he woke up.

"Saito right?" he asked, "Name's Mal. Welcome to Aphelion."

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The next step to forge was that of trust. They were going quite the distance if he were to say so himself. Stretching his hands up he drank the vial before shattering it in his grasp. Compressing the chakra around it the glass turned to dust fading away. His knees grew weak as his palms were sweaty! Vomit on his shirt this mornings spaghetti, outside he looked like he was dying but inside he felt calm knowing how it goes. Fake death right? Wasn’t his first time to say in the least.

The rest as one might say was history as he bleed from the mouth mixed with foam. He shook and convulsed before soon falling quiet upon the Warden and Guards approach. Damn how he wanted to kill one or two who would come inspect his body but at this point physically he had no control over his body. Then there was absolute darkness; keeping his mind engaged Saito started counting. By time the antidote kicked in Saito’s clocked stopped. “7200 seconds.. An what do I call you..?” Saito said with a few blinks before his black optics gazed over Mel. Sitting up slowly his grey hair remained ruffled and unkept. 

Looking around at the area Saito raised a brow slowly. Looking from the debris to the opening he smirked at Mel. “Alchemist.. Lead the way..”

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