Dead Time Series by Jason Wilcox Page A

with
Steven. He would find Robert and demand answers.
    The
flashlight rolled across the guard’s desk as Caden pushed it to him as he
walked by. The guard, who was reading a book under a small lamp, reached a hand
out and took it.
    “Have
fun?” the guard asked with a peculiar smile. Caden raised an eyebrow and exited
through the double doors. He had reached the next floor on the stairwell before
he realized he should have asked the guard some questions. Crap. He
looked at the stairs he had just climbed debating if he should go back. I t’ll
only take a couple of minutes to get back and ask my questions about the
medications.
    Caden
quickly made his way back. He pushed down on the handle of the double doors to
the cellblock, and it exploded out at him. The blast slammed him backwards
against the concrete wall.
    “Can you
hear me?” a voice asked. Caden blinked a couple of times, his vision blurred as
he became coherent, realizing he had been knocked out. One of the guards placed
him against a wall and sat down in front of him. Having a hard time producing
words, Caden nodded. “Good, stay here for a minute.”
    “Get
explosives down here, now.” Robert’s voice was loud to Caden’s pounding head.
His director had just come out of the doors from the stairs.
    Shifting
his position slightly, he saw five men gathered around the large set of double
doors that led to the holding cells, prying with a crowbar. The metal doors
blocked their view to anything behind them. How long had I been out? What in
the world is going on?
    “Move,”
Robert demanded as he approached the situation, his voice stern and harsh. The
crowbar dropped and the men moved to the side as Robert pulled his gun. Bullets
flew and seven shells fell to the white tiled floor. Holes circled the door
handle. A strange bright light could be seen through them. Caden put his hand
to his throbbing head as he tried to look through the holes.
    “What is
that?” one of the men standing by the door asked, leaning down to peer through
the holes. Caden tried to move. Stupid legs work.  
    “Knock it
down.” Robert’s long shadow stretched down the hallway from the light as he
backed up. He signaled with a wave. A loud bang rang out as one of the guards
kicked near the spot Robert shot up. Before the others had a chance to join in,
a loud thunder reverberated through the hallway. The men covered their ears as
it rang out. One of them lurched forward and fell to his knees.
    The doors
appeared to be bulging inward. A current of wind sucked through the bullet
holes, whistling as it went through. The bright light dimmed.
    Silence.
    The noise
stopped. Light glowed through the holes once again. Moving cautiously, the
guards took their hands away from their ears. Each one
looking back and forth to one another, unsure what had happened. Caden blinked
a couple of times. His eyes strained to refocus. He needed to get up and help.
Muscles in his legs were beginning to respond better, but they still shook.
    “Knock
the doors…” An explosion from within the room cut Robert off. The doors blasted
open, throwing everyone backwards. Caden struck a pole that lined the wall. His
vision faded and he passed out.
     
     
     
     
     
     

CHAPTER 10
     
     
    The
darkness was comforting to Azgiel in his quiet cell. An old, worn cot creaked
underneath him as he rolled on his right side, trying to relax after Mauldrin’s
visit to him. Being held prisoner was getting old, but his curiosity kept him
there. If he truly wanted, he could just leave. It wouldn’t be hard. Leaving
would mean he wouldn’t get answers to his questions, so he patiently waited. Time
is on my side.
    There
wasn’t much to complain about, the cell was far better than where he had been.
Sooner or later, someone would have to explain who brought him back and why, as
well as why Mauldrin was so clueless.
    Turning
again, the cot let out another creak. It seemed louder this time, as if his
cell door opened at the