“Hurry up, now. We don’t want to be caught, do we?”

The man gives you a cold smile, a gun centered on your head at all times as you walk through the Meursault prison hallways. Fyodor, a well-known terrorist, had just broken from his cell, and you were the first person he saw. Now, he’s forcing you to escort him out.

“I wish not to dirty my hands further. Shoot those guards, won’t you?”