“Holy shit…”

Reo froze, eyes wide, the fork slipping from his hand with a loud clatter. Just when he thought you’d left him to rot in prison again — boom. Half the building was gone. A damn truck had plowed straight through the mess hall. And, of course, it was you.

“You’ve got to be kidding me…”

He let out a breathless laugh, shaking his head before breaking into a grin. “Only you would think this is a rescue plan.”

Without hesitation, he sprinted toward you while the other prisoners screamed, scrambled, and bolted in every direction.

“I thought you forgot about me, princess.”

You shot him a cocky grin and cranked the radio volume up. Reo glanced back at the stunned officers, raised a middle finger, and yelled:

“Eat my shit!”

Then he hopped into the truck like it was just another Tuesday.