Battle between factions

The Ridire had already split into groups and went to the second canteen, destined for block C. Currently, the number of calls they were receiving to stop fights was enormous. Working at Halden was meant to have a pretty simple and tedious life and this was one of the prior motivations for them to go work at such a place.

They weren't worthless or incompetents. They also had to pass through the intensive training that every Ridire needed to pass. However, they were far more inexperienced than those who acted in the Frontline for example.

The Ridire veteran who had advised that woman in the canteen before was running with a gun in hand and his adrenaline rising. He couldn't believe how the prisoners were acting these days. What was some kind of show of entertainment for all the workers, turned to be some kind of hell.

That Ridire went to use some drugs as always. The dinner time was always calmer and fewer employees were wandering around. However, he was interrupted when that sudden call came.

Although all the inmates there were meant to fight with each other from time to time, that situation was becoming worse than expected. Of course, the scientists and the superiors were just loving the results.

However, the ones who needed to always stop that fuss was the warriors. And they couldn't even fire at their precious lab rats. In truth, the Veteran had never used his gun before once inside that prison.

"Those bastards. If they want to see them fighting like this, then they need to be prepared for some deaths. It's easy just throw the responsibility for all this sh*t in our shoulders when they are sitting they asses in their expensive chairs!" Sprinting through the corridors and trying to find himself, even though he was a bit high for it, the Ridire kept going until he arrived at the canteen.

In front of him, a lot of Ridires were trying to disperse the prisoners who were fighting like beasts. Whenever he saw those kinds of fights, he always had the urge to puke. The prisoners always had some strange powers because of the experiments they did to them, and mostly it was not something good to witness.

The Veteran held tightly his weapon and was ready to rush inside there to help his comrades, but another call came in his communicator, this time, even more desperate.

"W-what!? I am already here in the canteen, why are you calling now!?" He yelled, realizing that he let his voice appear more desperate and nervous than he wanted to.

"The canteen of block F. The canteen of the block F! I think they will start to fight at any time… And that man without a mask is here as well!" The voice of a man cried out on the other side of the line.

The Ridire went pale and then started to think about what he would do. He wasn't reasoning as usual. Although he had been working there for a long time, he didn't know how to proceed in a situation like that.

It was rare for the factions to initiate a fight in different blocks at the same time. They wouldn't be doing that… if not for Casper being there.

"I-I will proceed in the situation where I am stuck now. I am far away from block F. Probably it will take a while. Keep contacting other teammates and see what they can do now, please!" He spoke quickly, then turned off his communicator.

"I will not be caught in a battle with that crazy man around, not even if my job depends on it!" This way he tried to do a warcry (which was pretty demotivated) and ran forward to help his friends.

…

It took nearly ten minutes for Casper and Alfar's group to get into the Block F. The pitch-black-haired man had said to him that Ragnar, which was Casper's main aim, was there.

They probably were having dinner by that time, too, so it would be quite easy to get them unawares.

The trip through the corridors was quite easy. No Ridires were trying to stop them, and at that hour the other employees also didn't stroll around too much into the corridors. All they needed to do was find themselves in that maze-like complex, filled with stairs and different paths. However, it was not something difficult for Casper, as he had mapped all that area.

When they arrived there, they immediately entered the canteen and positioned themselves in front of the entrance. Casper started to lead everyone and organize them in different parts of the place.

Meanwhile, the people from Ragnar's group, and even the ones who were not, started to stand up slowly from their benches and attentively looked towards Casper.

Alfar also showed up. He didn't bother to help Casper with the strategic positions of the group but made sure to organize the vanguard, which stayed positioned in the center of the formation.

In a matter of seconds, everyone who was sitting on the benches was caught in some sort of trap. Everywhere they looked, an inmate was positioned and ready to fight. It was impressive how Casper could get everyone ready so quickly, and they weren't just a few people.

Ragnar stood up from his table and walked to the middle of the canteen, rotating his body slowly and looking to every single person from Alfar's group, and finally towards the leader himself.

"I wasn't expecting that the diplomatic idiot from Halden would try such a bold move. Are you trying to intimidate me and make me give up, Alfar?" Ragnar asked, seemingly bored.

"You had your chance to give up already, Ragnar. Now, I will slaughter your men, one by one, until you can't stand against me anymore." He stated with his usual hoarse and threatening voice.

Casper finally finished organizing everyone there. He had prioritized keeping the flanks filled with people. The exact moment in which he would make the signal to attack would be like a clamp smashing all the people in the center of the canteen.

There was no way that they could fight against it in the way they were distributed at that time.

"I wonder what they will do… Ragnar is showing too much confidence for someone who just ended up being surrounded by enemies that even exceeded their group in numbers." Casper was sure that something was off. The preparations for the clamp maneuver were completely fine, the morale of the inmates couldn't be better. And a plus was that all the people who were at that canteen would have lots of food in their stomachs, so they had a physical advantage as well.

Ragnar stepped in front, giving a carefree smile behind the mask and looking to Casper and Alfar with his eyes showing the clear intention to hit back in case they attacked.

The soldier approached Alfar, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"There is something wrong with this guy, Alfar. I am not sure if it's a bluff or something, but…" The man brushed Casper's hand and gave a look to him that let no doubts that even he didn't know what actually was going on with Ragnar.

"We are going for it." He said, determined. "If we don't go now, your distraction will not last for much more time, I suppose."

"You are right… We will need to gamble here…" Casper was a good strategist, but not a good gambler.

"Just a second… Ok, I will just make a smidge reorganization…" The soldier exchanged brief words and told some prisoners to go to the rearguard.

Alfar did not hear him well, but he didn't question as well.

The White Warrior stood next to him after his preparations. Once all the group noticed it, they started to get excited as well.

Surprisingly, Ragnar was the first one to start to walk forward. Without a word, his men stood from the tables, picking everything they had in their reach that could serve as a weapon.

Casper and Alfar also walked straight, the clamp formation started to close.

Which seemed to be just some meters of distance before, turned to feel like some good kilometers.

Nobody knew who landed the first blow, but after a loud thud echoed from the canteen, everyone started to shout and curse, and a rain of fists and kicks came.

A Ridire, who was trying to reach the Block F watched it since Casper, Alfar, and Ragnar were just staring at each other. He tried to call some of his co-workers, but they were too busy to go help him.

Then he decided to go there alone. Just to stay watching everyone killing themselves in the most brutal manners was not something worth it.

In the middle of the way, he bumped into some prisoners running in the direction that he came.

Flabbergasted, all he could think of was:

"What the heck does this battle will become?"