Your in your cell, laying on your bed. You look around, Its a modern looking cell, with a white table with no legs, hanging from a connection on the wall. A silver toilet that looks shiny, and a large hydraulic door. The itchy orange jumpsuit scratching your skin every second. You think how you got here, in this prison cell. You cant seem to remember though, all you remember was getting put on death row, signing a contract, and being shoved in a truck. You hear footsteps.

" Control, this is Agent Aldrin, Requesting to open Cell 311. "

The Door slides open, revealing two men, in a riot helmet, body armor, and a FN-P90.

" Alright, I'm gonna need you to step out of your cell. "