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Angelo was lying stretched out on the metal "bed", staring at the ceiling. He looked somehow smaller with his powers stripped away, taking some of his confidence with them.

"We've gotta find a way out of here, buddy", he said at length. "Not sure anyone can come for us this time."

Fred didn't care that he was still naked, or that one of his closest male friends was also naked. He was also not interested in the fact that, with his powers removed, he looked like a perfectly typical young man and was no longer constantly buzzed with a low tinge of pain; Fred was far too infuriated to be modest or self-conscious at this point, "Yah wanna plan, Jello?" Fred said, not turning away from boring holes in the door with his eyes to look at his fellow prisoner, "Ah've been workin on this one for a bit: next person that walks in this door, Ah'm gonna pull their jaw off and stab 'em in tha heart with it til they stop makin' any sounds. When the next one comes in, Ah'm gonna beat em tah death with what's left of their friend. Iffen Ah keep a good attitude an pace mahself, Ah reckon Ah can kill every last sum'bitch on this God forsaken island by mid-August."

Angelo considered this, wistfully, then shook his head. "Nice plan, but not without super-strength. There'll be a time, though, they've gotta let their guard slip a bit. Maybe even let us get near an exit."

"Ah ain't jokin, Jello." Fred, for the seventh time in as many minutes, touched the part of his chest where his jacket pocket usually held his cigarettes, and just looked even more aggravated when they still weren't there, "Soon as this door opens, strength or not, Ah'm gonna fold'em in half like a damn card table."

"Don't." Angelo looked over at him, and his face was more troubled than Fred had ever seen it. "There's too many of them, you saw what happened when we tried to fight before. They'd pulp you."

Fred looked over, the pure anger on his face melting quickly when he noticed Angelo looked just as upset as he did injured, "Ah...dammit, Ah'm sorry, Jello. How are yah feelin...?" He made a move to walk over to check on his friend, but stopped, having just realized they were both still naked...

Angelo didn't appear to care, although he might have drawn the line at hugs. He shrugged, a little stiffly as his strained shoulders objected. "Had much worse. I just want everyone out of here in one piece, that's not gonna happen with fighting."

"Angelo..." Fred grit his teeth. He wasn't used to being as conflicted as he was, and it was making it hard to communicate as 'well as he'd have liked, "Angelo, they're treatin us like damn livestock. Yah saw what they did to the others..."

"I saw", he said quietly. "And they'll pay dear for it, 'specially for Molly, but we've gotta be smart about it."

"They..." Fred reached for his cigarettes again, their absence doing nothing for his mood. He sniffed, looking down for a moment, doing his best to keep his composure... "Angelo...these...these bastards..."

"I know." There was a great deal packed into the two simple words. "If we play along, the chance is gonna come. It will."

Fred sighed a little, sniffing again a little. It had to be all the dust... "Angelo, tell me all yah old fogies have gone through crap like this before, brother. That the cavalry is right outside and Vette and Callie are gonna be okay..."

"They will", Angelo said with as much certainty as he could muster. "Even if we have to figure out a way to be our own cavalry, we'll get them all out. I've been a prisoner before." If not like this.

Fred looked around, "Closest Ah ever came was a night in a county jail outside Atlanta. Though, this place is a little cleaner, Ah reckon." he sighed, "Yah know, Ah wouldn't be half as pissed iffen they'd left mah damn smokes..."

Angelo snorted, amused despite himself. "Now you mention it, yeah. Maybe we should take it as a chance to quit."