The Plan.
Preston, studying his friends, swallowed hard. He then motioned ot the bed and the floor where he'd set out a Four Librian Soldier Uniforms-complete with helmets and bulletproof vests. He then set out a collection of prisoners uniforms-dark gray and black.
"The plan." Preston said firmly, "Is this."
"Everyone this is sargent Wells." He waved a hand in Wells direction, "-He bears-a rather striking resemblence to my world's leader. Accompanied by an honorguard of Four soldiers-we'll escort prisoners into the Palace of Justice."
Pulling open the dufflebag again he removed a map, carefully marked, "Once we're past the enterance checkpoint, I need a volunteer to escort Mr. Universe to the place marked here." He nodded firmly at the computer expert, "This is the computer nervecenter. I need you to shut it down-thereby shutting Libria down."
He then turned to Max, "I'll lead the rest of you into the cellblock. Once that's done I'm going to need two volunteers to take Jurgen back."
The look in his eyes was dark.
"He's not going to be....In a good way."
He glanced around the room, "Any Questions?"
"The plan." Preston said firmly, "Is this."
"Everyone this is sargent Wells." He waved a hand in Wells direction, "-He bears-a rather striking resemblence to my world's leader. Accompanied by an honorguard of Four soldiers-we'll escort prisoners into the Palace of Justice."
Pulling open the dufflebag again he removed a map, carefully marked, "Once we're past the enterance checkpoint, I need a volunteer to escort Mr. Universe to the place marked here." He nodded firmly at the computer expert, "This is the computer nervecenter. I need you to shut it down-thereby shutting Libria down."
He then turned to Max, "I'll lead the rest of you into the cellblock. Once that's done I'm going to need two volunteers to take Jurgen back."
The look in his eyes was dark.
"He's not going to be....In a good way."
He glanced around the room, "Any Questions?"