"Tex? They got you too?!" April kneels at Texas's side as the cell door slams shut, helping the weakened weasel up. Texas groans and rubs her head dizzily.
"A-april? Things are worse than ah thought... Ah was hoping they were just after me..." She said, looking around the tiny cell, the only furniture in which was a bunk bed, a broken toilet and a cracked sink. "This is a fine mess we've got ourselves into..."
April gulps and nods at that. "You can say that again, boss... But you have a plan, right? You always have a plan..."
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