Shakir and Curt Evers sit on the floor of the filthy jail cell that their actions on Havoc landed them, Curt is seething with anger while Shakir is rambling off in Arabic formulating some sort of a plan of escape. Curt finally breaks the silence as he kicks the filth infested toilet, it startles the nervous and shady Shakir who jumps with eyes darting around.

Curt Evers: Calm down brother it was just me.

Shakir: Don’t do that I was deep in coming up with a plan friend!

Curt has an edge to his voice

Curt Evers: How are we going to break out of here? It’s impossible with no tools of any sort, why don’t you just make a call to one of your contacts?

Shakir yells out defiantly

Shakir: NO! We must over come this trial on our own without any help, that is the first step in pleasing Allah, something we need I remind you we did NOT do!

Curt Evers: Well we will be sitting here forever if I let you sit here and formulate some crazy plan that will more then likely not work! Which if we sit here forever there will be no pleasing to Allah, NONE!

Shakir shakes his head and says nothing

Curt Evers: If we are to get out of here we are going to have to call someone that will bail us out, someone that has the funds and the connections to wipe our slate clean here.

Shakir looks at Curt

Shakir: Who would that be friend? WHO?

Curt Evers: Someone our old mentor Dredge knew, but know we will have to repay our debt some day down the road.

Shakir: I don’t want any help getting out of here friend, you can leave here by taking the easy route but I will not it is not Allah’s will I tell you this friend from the bottom of my heart I can feel it in my very soul that Allah wants us to prove to him in more ways then one that we are as cunning as we are deadly.

Curt turns his back to Shakir as he looks out the barred window.

Shakir: Do you trust me friend?

Curt says nothing

Shakir: Do you trust in me friend? We have came this far together and I have not wronged you not once, have I not been faithful and true to my brother?

Curt Evers: You have.

Shakir: Then let me get us out of this.

A guard walks over and looks into the cell

Time to eat .

The guard moves to the side while another guard comes over rolling a cart with lunch sacks on it, Shakir has a wild glint flash in his eyes as his sick demented mind has formulated a plan, one he knows yields high risk but one the psychotic Arab will do out of desperation because he doesn’t have many other options to work with.

As they give the sack lunches over to them Shakir opens his and begins eating furiously at the putrid stale food, the first thing he grabs is some lunch meat sandwich, Curt looks in his bag and turns his head in disgust the guards walk on to the next cell after Shakir devours his lunch down he snatches Curt’s sack lunch from him and begins devouring the contents, Curt has a pretty good idea what his insane counterpart is about to do. After devouring the contents of Curt’s sack lunch Shakir runs his fingers in the back of his throat and he begins to gag until he throws up everywhere, Curt begins yelling for help as Shakir falls to the ground going into convulsions, the guards come running up

Curt Evers: I think he is having an allergic reaction or something! HELP HIM!

Shakir p1sses and sh1ts all over the place as he throws up as he continues to go into convulsions rolling around in his own waste.

The guards opens the cell and try to stabilize Shakir, who suddenly grabs a stun gun from the holster from a guard, Curt does a spinning round house kick that knocks the other guard out cold, Shakir and the other guard are rolling across the waste filled floor fighting over the stun gun, Curt runs up and grabs the guard in a headlock pulling the guard off of Shakir, Shakir jumps up and begins to relentlessly strike the man in the stomach with his free hand , while Evers clinches down hard on his hold putting the man to sleep, other guards are running down the hall now, Shakir and Curt bolt out of the cell running as fast as their legs will carry them as they are running side by side Shakir says

Shakir: I am a lover not a fighter!

Curt Evers: What the fuk are you talking about!?

Shakir: I say friend I am a LOVER NOT A FIGTHER!

Curt Evers: How so?!

Shakir: I need to be having sex with one thousand virgin fat American woman in heaven not running from these infidel guards!

Curt Evers: Well your not in heaven yet you’re here on earth! So do what you do best here, get us out of tight situations and blow stuff up!

Shakir: I’m trying friend!

The two slam right into one guard as they pass through a door that leads to a flight of stairs, the guard is stunned, Shakir turns around and begins to relentlessly kick and stomp at the guard caught up in the moment of zeal of taking another infidel out of this world, but Curt grabs Shakir by the shoulder and leads him down the stairs.

Curt Evers: What the hell do we do now?

Shakir: I don’t know but I tend to use this stun gun on someone!

As the two are running down the flight of stairs and into the main lobby they spot the police starting to arrive, Shakir grabs Curt jerking him by the shoulder to follow him, the two run through the nearest door running down another hall way that leads to the kitchen, Shakir’s trained eyes instantly locks on the gas top stoves, he runs over to the stoves and begins flipping all the switches to cut the gas on, after that he goes over to spare propane gas tanks and begins opening the valves on them as well, Curt finds a pack of cigarettes with a small lighter and hands Shakir the lighter.