'Knowing who the miners that were on the Cleyton. There would certainly be strict guards on board.' Conner knew that prison inmates volunteered to be miners to shorten their sentences, it didn't change the facts there were humans though, he gave another silent prayer for those whom are still surviving. He picked up the bullets and loaded them in the gun, cocking it while smiling. his gravely voices resonating in the small room he was in, "now, the fun begins". Putting on the guards security vest and helmet he left the room. After a brief moment of the lights flickering, all the lights blacked out. Conner retrieved the flashlight he had gotten from the guard. He started down the dark hallway.
