Meanwhile, inside the prison, the section chief was busy dealing with the rebels. No one had ever thought of escaping Tartarus, yet these pieces of shit not only had the forbidden thought but almost turned it into reality.
All because of their stupidity, he got reprimanded by the President and given a final warning. One more mistake, and he would have to spend the rest of his life in Tartarus, but this time as a prisoner.
Standing 5' 10" tall, this pasty-skinned man had a devout feel about him. Apart from the distinctive burn scar on his back, a particularly notable feature was his fake freckles. Why he had them was a mystery even to his closest confidant.
"Fucking bastards made my life difficult," Mikosh spat on the prisoner's faces, still enraged by their actions, "Bring me my cigar!"
One of the guards rushed to the boss with a delicately packed 'Flavor Bomb' as Mikosh referred them all. The guard didn't bring a lighter because Mikosh didn't need such trivial things.
