Significant Progress Zeke and Trevor had made substantial progress in digging the escape tunnel from their makeshift hut towards the outside prison walls. Due to the arid environment of the island, the soil offered little resistance, and they were able to dig with relative ease. They made sure to install wooden planks on the inner sides of the hole at particular points where pressure was the weakest. They had to be strong enough to hinder potential cave-ins. They were too busy in their excavation and forgot to watch their backs from curious parties who could potentially blow their escape plan wide open. One was Andy, the proverbial prison snitch, who was more of a nuisance than a direct threat. The worse thing he did was to make weird faces as he stared at them whenever they encounter each other. The other was prison guard Sgt. Bruce Wang, who had a scope and a long-range rifle, and unbeknown to them was watching from afar. Andy still updated him on the various occurrences in the

Jennifer's New Job Jennifer had found new employment as a hotel maid in an ultra-exclusive five-star hotel called Olympus. Stevie had pulled some strings and gotten her this stint. She had been working for three weeks. At first, she wasn't used to doing manual maidservant work since she had grown up blessed with affluent privileges. However, she was a quick learner and mastered the job immediately. Olympus Hotel was the location where the Higher Echelons and other top Colony brass came together and have meetings. They would also bring their families, and once the business was over, use its amenities for relaxation and pleasure. The hotel has everything enjoyable on its premises, which included a shopping mall, movie houses, a swimming pool, a bar and dance hall, and a few restaurants. They usually resided and remained in the penthouse and had everything brought up to them. There was only one way in and out through an elevator using biometric thumbprint authentication, which was en

Following Breadcrumbs In times of need, Secretary La Selva discovered that he didn't have anyone to help him in the Colony that he could trust. He knew many people he came into contact with in Waste, but he regarded them as acquaintances only. Stevie was the only one he considered a close friend, even though he constantly belittled and made fun of him. Stevie's supposed death made him feel guilty, but only a little. He was more concerned about the possible fallout that might happen and if he might be implicated. The only thing new for sure was this: something fishy was going on, and he had to find out his role in this conspiracy. To begin his inquiry, he wanted to call someone, but he didn't know who to contact first. As he was considering his next move, the phone on Stevie's desk opposite him rang. He stood up to answer it. He picked up the phone and said: "Hello? Who is this?" "Hello? Can I talk to Secretary Jorge La Selva?" "Yes?" "I'm a reporter for Channel 5 News calling

The Master Plan for the Master-Race Among the three of them in the family, Chief Church knew he was the less powerful one in the craft of the black arts. His wife Ellie had taught him basic enchantments that were useful in advancing their positions in the Colony, which were mostly mind-control spells. The more elaborate ones needed an expert hand and intimate knowledge about witchcraft, which Ellie had in spades. However, the Chief knew that Mary Rose had raw but unpolished talent and was becoming more powerful and potentially stronger than Ellie. He needed them to put his plan to full effect, a plan that necessitated someone with expert knowledge and someone with a powerful spell-casting ability. His grand plan was to create a Utopia: a perfect state filled with perfect-looking and obedient people, with him as their leader. It was the same plan that his idol Adolph Hitler had, as outlined in his favorite book: "Mein Kampf." All the druggers and people in the lower castes would

Working and Waiting Jennifer had become used to working as a maid in Olympus hotel. She surprisingly discovered she enjoyed doing her duties, which mostly had to do with cleaning. She discovered it had similar aspects in her day job as an assassin for hire where "cleanup" was crucial for success. She had known that Chief Church and the Higher Echelons were due for a meeting the coming week but didn't know the exact date and time. She kept her eyes and ears open for any news from anyone of her co-workers. She had seen Tony the bellhop around. He didn't recognize her when they passed each other since she toned down her overall appearance and dressed conservatively. Her maid uniform had helped in making her look unremarkable and ordinary. Most of the new information about incoming hotel guests came from the concierge and was saved on file in the lobby computer. She needed to access it and planned for a way to acquire it. The concierge was a smallish and bespectacled man named Bob, w