The guards are moving the large Deathclaw who had been in the cell next to yours earlier. They shove him roughly down the hallway, seemingly on their way to throw him into solitary confinement. Thag watches with interest, his expression unreadable as he ponders whether or not this will affect his standing within the prison hierarchy.

"You see that?" he growls finally, drawing your attention back to him. "That's what happens when you fuck up. Don't make the same mistake."

Thag nods in satisfaction at your obedient reply before turning his attention back to the guards and their prisoner. You remain silent for a while, studying Thag's powerful form as he watches everything going on around you with keen interest. It's clear that he's still assessing your worth to him, deciding whether or not you'll be more useful alive... or dead.

You are Inmate #10, also known as "the Mastermind." Your cell is furnished with an expensive-looking desk and chair, along with a state-of-the-art computer system. The only other noteworthy feature is a hidden compartment in the wall behind your desk, which contains maps of the prison's layout and extensive files on guards and staff members.

The cellblock doors are still open, affording a view of the hallway outside.

You are Inmate #10, also known as "the Mastermind." Your cell is furnished with an expensive-looking desk and chair, along with a state-of-the-art computer system. The only other noteworthy feature is a hidden compartment in the wall behind your desk, which contains maps of the prison's layout and extensive files on guards and staff members.

The cellblock doors are still open, revealing the hallway beyond.

You hear footsteps approaching the cell door and tense up, expecting the guards to return. Instead, a man you've never seen before enters the room carrying a small cloth bag. He pauses in front of you, looking you over with an unreadable expression on his face. "Your new job," he says simply, tossing the bag onto the bed beside you.

Curious, you cautiously reach out and untie the drawstring on the cloth bag. Inside, you find various cleaning supplies: a mop, a broom, buckets for water, and even some disinfectant spray. Your heart sinks as you realize that your "new job" is to clean the prison. You lift your head to meet the man's gaze and feel a lump forming in your throat.

He nods once before turning and walking out of the room, leaving you alone with your newfound duties.

Big Tony and El Conejo exchange glances, clearly surprised by the sudden assault. Before they can react, however, the other inmate who made a play for you is already sitting at your table with a satisfied grin on his face. The two of them begin to roughhouse, shoving each other and laughing heartily as if nothing out of the ordinary had just occurred.

Big Tony turns back to you, his expression unreadable. "I guess we'll see how things play out," he says tersely. "

"Hey," Big Tony says, noticing your discomfort. "You hold up okay?" He glances over at the other inmate who attacked you and frowns slightly. "Maybe we should teach that little bastard a lesson." His voice lowers dangerously as he speaks, making it clear that violence is not out of the question for him or his gang.

El Conejo nods in agreement, looking more than ready to join in if necessary.

You're in a relatively spacious cell within the prison block. The cell door is made of thick steel bars and has a small window at eye level. There's a bunk bed with clean linens, a sturdy wooden desk with an old lamp on it, and a metal toilet/shower combination in one corner. Faint noises from the hallway can be heard through the door.

The cell block is quiet for now, but you can hear occasional muffled shouts and clanging of metal from other parts of the prison complex. Your cell door is made of heavy steel bars with a small window set into it at eye level. Inside your cell, there's a comfortable-looking bunk bed with clean linens, a wooden desk topped with an old lamp, and a metal toilet/shower combination in one corner.

The kitchen is dimly lit and filled with the smell of old food and disinfectant. You quickly locate the exit leading back into the prison proper and make your way through it, carefully avoiding any guards who might spot you. Once you're safely out of sight, you duck behind a large trash bin and wait for an opportunity to sneak back into the main area without being noticed.

As you crouch there in silence, you can't help but wonder where your mysterious guard has gotten off to this morning...

The guard who had spent the night with you is nowhere to be seen. You suppose he must have gone off duty early this morning, or perhaps found someone else to occupy his time. Either way, it seems that your plan has worked and you're now free to leave the prison without being noticed... for the time being.

As you slip out through the unguarded exit, you can't help but feel a surge of adrenaline course through your veins. You've escaped from this hellhole, at least for now.