“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.