Clatter .
Grey sprang at the bars . He saw Old Man , bent down with a water bottle in his free hand . The old bastard ’ s mouth twist into an “ o ” of surprise before he tried to stand and back away , dropping a fabric bag of water bottles and Lunchables .
It was already too late . Grey grabbed two fistfuls of Old Man ’ s T-shirt and pulled him towards the bars . The creep ’ s face and chest made a satisfying clang against the metal , and Grey had to keep himself from smirking as he heard his captor grunt and moan in pain .
From the other cells came a chorus of voices . However , Grey only responded to Lita in the next cell over : “ Grey , what are you doing ?”
“ Getting us out of here !” he replied , glancing in her direction as he hooked his legs against Old Man ’ s hands , pinning him in place . “ Quick , can you reach into his pockets from your cell ?”
Lita grasped his intention immediately and reached through the cell bars . However , he could already see that the distance between their cells was too great . Grey started to think . Maybe if he could knock out Old Man and then reach into his pockets —
He ’ d taken too long to think up a solution . With a roar , Old Man pushed himself away from the cell door , even though his hands were still pinned against the bars . His shirt ripped as he tipped back away from the door , sending Grey falling onto his back . Crying out , Grey stared in surprise at the fistfuls of fabric in his hands . Then he felt the hands he was holding in place slip away from
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