The first sign for Keyes that something was happening were the shouts from the guards who had been walking the corridor outside. Two of them ran full tilt past Keyes’s cell. Keyes walked over to the bars as the guards dogged shut the thick, metal door leading to the corridor. They pulled out handguns and stepped back from the door.
	“Faison?” Keyes shouted down the row of cells. “What’s going on?”
	“Don’t know,” came the response.
	The guard on the left side of the door looked back at them. “Quiet!”
	Keyes pressed his face against the bars to get a better look. As he did, the large metal door exploded inward between the two guards and bounced down the corridor. A heavy cloud of dust hung in the air, making everything hazy.
	...
	The Spartan stopped in front of Keyes. “Back up.”
	Keyes stepped back, and the Spartan gripped the bars and yanked them off their hinges, metal squealing in protest and more dirt falling from where they’d been set into the rock.
	The Spartan tossed the door onto the floor behind it and walked into the open cell. “I have a proposition, Lieutenant Keyes.”