Xavier didn't speak when the guards came for him. Just stood up when they ordered and let them drag him across the hallway. The cold cuffs dug into his wrists. The corridor smelled like cheap steel and sterilized sweat.
They brought him to a grey room. Lights were too bright. One chair. One table.
And the commander was already waiting.
He leaned forward with a grin.
"Let's not waste time. Who's the traitor in my team?"
Xavier scoffed and sat down. "You'll kill me if I tell you."
The commander smirked. "I'll kill you either way. But if you tell me, I'll make it quick. Clean. No pain."
Xavier looked him dead in the eyes. "I don't mind pain. And I don't really care about dying either."
The commander's smile twitched.
He opened his mouth to say something—but then—
BWWWWAAAAAH!
The alarms blared.
Lights turned red.
A voice cracked through the intercom—"Code Red! Prison Block—escape in progress!"
The commander shot to his feet. "What?!"
