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Sera dragged him over to the conveyor belt line, which sorted materials by substance. There were people, prisoners, that worked each station. Sera then stepped back, turning on her heel and walking around, watching the prisoners and ensuring they were working |
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Finn took one last longing, hopeful look towards Sera before sighing and starting to work. |
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Sera continued her rounds, ensuring that everyone was still working. IT they weren't her fire would burn close to their neck |
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Finn just worked, keeping his eyes off of her. Slow tears dripped down his face, as he realized he'd never get the love of his life back. His arm, neck and face still heavily scared. He knew those marks would never heal. |
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Sera made her rounds, watching as they worked. When the man came back in to do a check up, his keys were hanging out, in Finn's reach. He talked with Sera and the other guards, mentioning the names of Finn friends as well, who were also working down the line in the conveyor belt |
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The person next to Finn whispered to Finn, "Grab the keys," they said. Finn looked behind him and quickly grabbed the keys, making sure not to get caught as he shoved them in his pocket. |
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Sera continued her rounds after the man left. The keys the man did not notice were missing held the opening to every room in the place, as well as the keys to unlock the shackles |
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Finn managed to unlock his shackles but didn't drop them. He kept one on so that he could put them back on if he needed to. The person whispered to him. "There's an antidote to the serum he poisoned her with. It's in his office, top left drawer," |
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Sera continued to make rounds, her fire at the ready. |
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Finn nodded. He slipped out of the room, sneaking around until he found the leaders office. He went in, quietly and unlocking the top drawer of his desk with the keys. There lay an epipen, though filled with a blue liquid. Finn pocketed the epipen, and quickly left. |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
