Prisoner 374215

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Emerging from a sea of ​​too-bright lights, so dizzyingly bright, Marcus was that delightful little patch of darkness.His movements exude the grace of a predator, but Tyr is unafraid of his fierce guardian.He wanted him to go faster.Get me out of here, Marcus.Please, I'm about to break down.

Marcus put his hands on his arms and pulled him up, the blue eyes never meeting his.Under such strict surveillance, he did not dare to hope.For Marcus, he stood up and forced his rubbery legs to move.He moved one foot at a time, and after being shocked by the chair, his left foot could barely drag.He didn't let Marcus grab and help him, and walked out of the room with his own strength.

After walking a few yards down the corridor, Marcus said softly, "Think you can make it?"

Tire looked up and saw a pair of worried eyes.He suddenly put together the missing piece, and he remembered that those eyes looked at him in the same way during a video briefing at a fleet instruction meeting. "Marcus."

"Ok?"

"Marcus Cordova..." Tell said wobbly.

"Keep going." Marcus suddenly stared ahead intently, clenched his jaw, quickened his pace and dragged Thiel to his cell, "If you're going to faint, tell me right away."

Tire stumbled and followed, his vision would sink into gray and black from time to time.How did that happen?How could he not recognize someone he knew and think he was dead?Indeed, he had rarely seen Marcus in person before, and those scars had changed his face dramatically.But what I should have thought of...

As soon as they entered the cell, Marcus helped him sit on the bed and locked the door: "You have to be careful. This is the place to talk."

Thiel's eyes flicked to the corner of the room: "But we are being watched."

"I fiddled with the audio the first time I came. They only hear what I want them to hear."

"What about real-time monitoring?"

"They see it all the time."

Thiel put his face on his lap, trying to keep his balance: "So they saw you sleeping with me?"

"Yeah, if I want to have some fun while I'm at work and have someone as a pet, they won't stop. Prison guards generally do what they like, as long as they don't hurt prisoners when they shouldn't. You're in poor health , so I can only hold you and do nothing else." Marcus lowered his voice and growled harshly, "Do you feel like you remembered something?"

Unable to look up, Tell murmured, "You are Marcus Cordoba. You were the Chief of the Guard of the Illuminati." You were a prison guard in such a horrible place.Have they threatened you with someone you love?Or promise a rich reward?

"Yes."

"You are already dead."

"Did you watch me die?"

He listened and was speechless.The fire of hope that had gradually ignited in his heart these past few days was being shaken by doubts. "No—no, no. I saw the Illuminati breached and taken prisoner with the rest of the ships. All dead... all dead."

"We were indeed breached. But the light is your smallest ship. They didn't bother to send their strongest elite troops after us. They wanted you. We repelled them and escaped. Played with the enemy for a while at the edge of the galaxy Hide-and-seek, we finally flung them over the horizon, and then we powered up the drives and escaped to the outer galaxy."

"But...I don't..." He began to tremble again.He originally built reality based on what he knew, and although those things were terrible, there was no room for doubt.But now something doubtful appeared and stood before him.

"It took us months to infiltrate," Marcus continued, more tenderly than before, getting closer, "gradually taking over their staff levels. We were all in those lowly, seemingly unimportant positions. Like Said, we have someone in charge of scheduling. It's a low-level, low-paying job. But she put me next to you."

Tyre struggled with the darkness, the chaos shaking his newly cleared thoughts: "I don't...I don't...Why? God, why?"

His hand was carefully held by another pair, which gently cupped his fingers, as if holding a miniature glass.He looked up to see Marcus kneeling at his feet.

"You were my hero, Tyre," Marcus whispered. "We called you Commander. Do you know that?"

Note ①: Pi (π) of pi.

Tell shook his head, fascinated by the wet gleam in Marcus' eyes.

"Your plan is like pie. It seems difficult to understand, but the calculation has never been wrong." Marcus's thumb caressed his knuckles. This gentle touch was a little strange, but it calmed him. It's a plasma storm, and I'm willing to go with you. I'm dying to know you're locked up here with no knowledge of what's going on with you. When they got volunteers to go undercover, I raised my hand."

Tell turned his palm over, a spark of wonder in his heart, and he summoned courage to wrap his fingers around Marcus's scarred fingers. "We're all stuck here now. Marcus..."

"You're a symbol, Tyre. You get it? That video they forced you to take today was their last hurrah. The Light has come home and told the truth. People know the truth. Hear it ?"

He nodded, feeling suddenly exhausted.The thought of becoming a symbol made him flinch a little.He was flawed and stained; he was the one who had caused countless deaths; the one who died without honor and was crushed by the enemy.It's okay for the Rebels to use him as a rallying cry, but he's got to be locked up here.

Can't let others see him.Being seen by Marcus was bad enough.

"You're cold again," Marcus said in a more serious tone this time. "Let me help you take off your uniform and help you back to bed."

He let Marcus help him slip into his prison uniform and get back under the blankets.Yes, he is cold.No matter how many blankets he put on, he couldn't get warm.His soul returned to Nuclear Winter.This brave and compassionate man came to Hell to save him, and he didn't deserve to be saved.

***

A few days later, Thiel grabs the side of the bed after a brief morning workout.This is what Marcus insisted he do.Stop if he feels dizzy or has chest pains.He nearly finished his entire workout that morning, but finally sat down on the mattress, panting and rubbing his chest

"It's not bad," Marcus looked up from the data display. "The signs have stabilized. Good job."

Tell watched him through drooping eyelashes.Things were a little weird that day.Rocky Marcus also gets distracted at odd moments, and the muscles in his jaw twitch from time to time.

"Put on the slippers I brought you," Marcus said, adjusting his pistol—twenty times in half an hour.

"is not it--"

"Put it on quickly." His answer became sharp and cold, "so that your feet won't be cold."

The tone stung him, but Tell did as he was told.Scar was the calmest person he had ever seen, something must have happened, otherwise he wouldn't be so shaken.He was worried, but he didn't have the courage to ask.Asking questions was still hard for him, and he didn't want to run afoul of the only person who could bring him comfort.

"Tyl?" The look in Marcus' eyes made his heart pound.Those eyes were full of worry and pain, as if there were other messages hidden.

"Ok?"

"If you were asked to run, would you be able to run?"

He considered it carefully, trying not to guess why he asked.His hip is better, but not fully recovered.His signs are prone to ups and downs. "If it's a short distance and someone can help me, I think it's okay."

Marcus looked at his face for a moment, then nodded, as if that answer was enough.If there was anything to reassure Marcus about it, Tell would have said it, whatever had to be said.But Marcus doesn't reveal much about what's going on in his head.

In this eerie stillness, the soundless silence of the morning passed by, apparently making Marcus more and more restless.Every time there was a pop or hiss in the ventilation system, he moved.Just after noon, he got up hastily and pulled up the collar of his coat.He walked slowly to the door and made a gesture of listening.

"Come and stand by me," he said softly.

Thiel had barely come to his side, with a hand on his forearm, when the light suddenly went out.There should be an alarm going off, or at least the clang of the magnetic lock falling when the electronic lock fails.But nothing happened.

There was a muffled sound in the distance, and he recalled the sound of rounds of mortar bombing.

"The signal has come. Time to go."

Thiel shrank back: "Go? Where are you going?"

"I'm going to get you out of here. Set you free and take you home."

Home.Shame and pity awaited him there.The people there were waiting for a hero, but what they finally got was a damaged body. "No… no, I can't." Tell flinched, shaking his head, though Marcus couldn't see him in the dark, "No."

***

"I know you're scared. I know you feel broken. But you don't have to live in a place like this. They'll kill you if you stay any longer."

"I know. I... I deserve it."

"Fuck it!" He thought Marcus would pounce on him and force him away.But it sounds like Marcus stood still, just panting heavily, "I can't help you with this, Thiel. You've got to be willing. You're going to have to get out of this cell yourself if you want to see the light of day again." "

Tears stung his eyes: "Marcus..."

"I was here to save a hero, but I don't think so anymore, now I'm trying to save someone I care about so much. I'm right here, by the door, I've opened the door, you just grab Just hold my hand. I can't help you much, but I did my best. Just take it for me, Tyre, please."

His legs shook so badly that he was afraid that his legs would fall apart.Thiel took a hesitant step forward, another step, he stretched his arm in the dark, and touched Marcus' hand.Those scarred hands gave him strength, even as his heart pounded with fear.

"That's right." Marcus drew his pistol with his free hand, the emergency lights in the corridor illuminating his body.He turned his head from side to side, and the red light on the wall kept flashing. His head was like a blot of ink in the red mist. "Okay, Tyre. Follow me. We have to run."

"Run" is an overstatement, he's just scurrying from corridor to corridor.At every turn, Marcus stopped to check for pursuers.They only encountered one actual prison guard.Marcus shot him without hesitation.As they stepped over the bodies on the ground, Tell saw the tattoos on the knuckles in the dim light.He doesn't regret the Astros' death.He felt nothing.

The muffled stomp and thud of the suppressed gun was getting closer.In the eerie stillness around it, the sound of gunfire echoing muffled between the thick walls of the prison seemed unreal.The attacking man deliberately led the guards away from him.Claim to hit the east, but actually hit the west.The strategy felt painfully familiar to him.

They came to the bottom of a flight of stairs, and Marcus swung Thiel over his shoulder and ran as fast as he could, upward.Finally, go through a door behind which the wind howls—real, planetary winds.The fear in Thiel's mind rose to panic at the thought of leaving the prison dungeon, and all he could do was grab Marcus by the shirt and try not to spit it out.

A voice is shouting.Right in front of them, a gap opened in the back of the receiving ship, like a black hole in the night sky.The dim yellow clouds covered everything, and the stars became hazy and dark.A figure was waving at them, yelling at Marcus to hurry up.Someone ripped Thiel off Marcus and pinned him on the folding chair to fasten his seatbelt.Thiel cried out in fear, unable to stop his tears, even wearing a seat belt.

Then Marcus came back to him and he also fastened his seat belt.Then the ship began to soar outward, away from the prison, but he still couldn't escape what he had lost.He will carry this memory forever and imprint it in his body.

"Marcus?"

"I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."

"Are we going back to headquarters?"

"Yes, they want to take you there. Don't be afraid, Tyre. I'll be with you, through it all."

"What if they give you another job?"

"Then I'll push it off. I won't leave you."

Tell marveled at the silent pleading in Marcus' eyes.For some incomprehensible reason, Marcus needed him, not as a hostage, a symbol, or a leader, but only as Tell.He reached out, covering Marcus's wide, scarred palm with trembling fingers. "Then, I won't leave you either."

Marcus nodded, looking forward, always looking into the future.The dread of death began to subside, and he would face what he had to face.With a strong spiritual pillar, he can finally face everything.Looking forward and moving forward, there is still a lot to do in the future.

***

The following text is excerpted from "Fire Ambition", which is a teaching material for middle grades, provided by the Ministry of Education of Bojiang No. [-]:

"Commander Tyre Gannon was a hero in the early days of the revolution. The fleet he led was well-known. He maneuvered around the Adana area to resist the gradually invading Andalusian group forces, and successfully persuaded the Adana group and the Galaxy Guild to join against war."

"In the third year of the revolution, Gannon was unfortunately captured and tortured for months at the notorious Saraband concentration camp, where many rebel fighters lost their Life. When the Rebel fighters finally rescued him, he was too physically damaged to command an army on the battlefield. However, his strategic talents played an invaluable role in the final decisive battle. Helping the Rebels break Andalusia's absolute hold on the central Pojang planetary region."

"After the war, Gannon turned down all military honors and administrative duties. He and his longtime aide, and later husband, Marcus Cordova, came aboard the Pojon [-] on a secluded farm Retired and retired. They serve occasionally as military advisors, but instead of serving as soldiers, they choose to focus on raising the six war orphans they adopted. Many of the current residents on Po Jiang [-] are the Gannon and Cordova families offspring."

-The End-