The Imprisoned Ones, Part 2

The six Sinful Ones look around to make sure no one was listening to them.

"Well, even though the other cities are miles and miles away from here..." Tic starts.

"...making it suicidal to make a run for it..." Tac continues.

"The guards do need to go home when the shift changes," Toe finishes. "So there are periodic visits by vehicles that pick up and drop off guards."

"If we can take one of those over," Elevatô says, "we can ride them all the way to one of the cities, and escape this planet from there."

"Good, good," Lacertilia says, nodding his head. "Now to figure out their sssschedule."

The six of them look around, taking note of the number of guards that watch the courtyard.

"Jussst over thirty guardsss," Lacertilia says. "But they're all armed, and out of our reach."

The guards patrol the courtyard from the perimeter, walking along an elevated walkway twenty feet off the ground. Elevatô is only 8 feet tall, and his arms only add another four feet. Even if he could jump another eight feet up to grab the edge of the walkway, he'd be shot down by a guard.

"I have a feeling they wait until we're all back in our cells to do shift changes," Hammer says. "None of the inmates are out and about to pull off a prison break plan."

"They are smart to do so," Tic says.

"Seeing as how we're trying to do just that," Tac says.

"We'll have to be patient," Lacertilia says. "Wait a day or two to ssstudy all the shift changesss."

At that, the six Sinful Ones get up and walk away from the table in different directions, the triplets sticking together. After spending the rest of the alloted courtyard time standing around and making trivial conversation with others, the inmates are rushed back inside into their cells.