"Shut up. Nobody ain't takin' no message to McHague. I don't care if you are—"
Brian's eyes almost popped out as he saw a gloved hand reach around the guard's neck and jam a rag over his nose and mouth. Swift shadows moved expertly before his astonished gaze. Another guard was caught and silenced as he came around the end of the corridor. Someone was outside his cell door, a hooded figure which seemed, somehow, familiar.
"Hello, pantless!" a voice breathed.
He knew that voice!
"What the devil are you doing here?"
"Somebody by the name of Pete Brent tipped us off that you were in trouble because of me. But don't worry, we're going to get you out."
"Damn that fool kid! Leave me alone. I don't want to get out of here that way!" he yelled wildly. "Guards! Help!"
"Shut up! Do you want to get us shot?"
"Sure I do. Guards! Guards!"
Someone came running.