Solomon stayed perfectly still, pretending to be asleep with his back facing the entrance. He could hear their boots clicking against the metal floor as they walked closer. Then, they suddenly stopped and made no sound for a solid minute.
Solomon felt a surge of excitement, wondering exactly what kind of brutal tactics they were planning to use. They could do whatever they wanted to him, and he wouldn't mind in the slightest, because this was exactly what he wanted. He had intentionally gotten himself arrested to draw out the corrupt bastards who were in cahoots with The BlueYorker's Shield.
