Clink, Clank, Cling

I woke up to the sound of clanging metal and the murmur of hushed conversations. The fluorescent lights above flickered, casting an eerie glow over the cold, grey walls of our cell. Cameron stirred beside me, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Morning," he muttered, his voice hoarse from disuse.

I nodded, swinging my legs over the side of the narrow bunk. Larysa, who had been quiet until now, spoke up.

"Do you think anyone is coming for us today?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. Our boss said he'd try to get us out, but..."

Cameron stood up, stretching his arms over his head. "We can't rely on him. We have to be prepared to stay here for a while."

The days blended together in a haze of monotony. We were woken up at the crack of dawn, fed a meager breakfast, and then left to our own devices. The only breaks in the routine were the occasional visits from our boss, Misadvisor, and the guards who brought us food and took us to the exercise yard.

But today was different. As we sat in our cell, staring blankly at the walls, we heard the sound of footsteps echoing down the corridor. The door to our cell creaked open, and Misadvisor stood before us, a look of relief on his face.

"Thank God I was able to bail you out," he said, his voice dripping with sincerity. "I've been working tirelessly to get you released."

But as he gazed at us, his eyes lingered on Larysa, and his expression faltered.

"I'm afraid I was only able to secure bail for two of you," he said, his voice hesitant.

Cameron and I exchanged a glance, and without needing to say a word, we knew what the other was thinking.

"We're not leaving without Larysa," I said, my voice firm.

Misadvisor's face fell, but he nodded reluctantly. "Very well. I'll...I'll see what I can do."

He disappeared, leaving us to wonder if he would actually come through. But to our surprise, he returned with a guard, who led Larysa out of the cell and back to the processing area.

As we walked out of the jail, blinking in the bright sunlight, Misadvisor turned to us with a serious expression.

"I want you to come back to Flight of England with me," he said. "We need your skills, and I'm willing to overlook your...indiscretions."

But we shook our heads in unison. "We can't do that," I said. "We're onto something big. Something that could change everything."

Misadvisor's eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about?"

Cameron took a deep breath before speaking. "We found out that the Israelis are working with the United States to fight Russia. They're deploying soldiers from Israel to fight alongside American troops."

Misadvisor's face went white. "That's...that's impossible. How did you find out?"

But before we could answer, he continued, his voice rising in excitement. "I have to tell the world about this. This is huge!"

We exchanged a panicked glance. We couldn't let Misadvisor reveal our discovery. Not yet.

Without hesitation, Cameron and I pinned Misadvisor to the ground, rendering him unconscious.

Larysa stared at us in shock. "What have you done?"

I stood up, panting. "We had to. We can't let him reveal our secret."

Larysa nodded, her expression grim. "We have to get him out of here. Now."