Not feeling any better from the body search, Andrew wished there was something interesting to do.
Andrew looked around the cell.
Nothing but concrete walls. "Why are we always in a cell?" he thought out loud.
He looked at the others. This was the first time he actually looked at them clearly.
One of them is a teenager, another an aged man, and everyone else is inbetween.
"How is it, that we finally escape imprisonment from the USSR, and end up in another cell with these ILSA guys?"
Andrew looked around the cell.
Nothing but concrete walls. "Why are we always in a cell?" he thought out loud.
He looked at the others. This was the first time he actually looked at them clearly.
One of them is a teenager, another an aged man, and everyone else is inbetween.
"How is it, that we finally escape imprisonment from the USSR, and end up in another cell with these ILSA guys?"
I think we're all in one big cell