Undorn: The Beginning

Part Twelve

Beo, Region of Lufe

Location: Camp Monmouth

Bones had dumped something onto the end of his bed, but Beo hadn't yet looked at it. He was busy reading the Newspaper, trying to decipher what news he could actually trust. A fair amount was propaganda, considering this was the single News outlet in Undorn, but it was hard to tell exactly what was real from what was fake. 

"What's that?" Beo mumbled finally, not even looking up from the paper. He was reading an article about the "posh" lifestyle the servants led at The Fort. Beo snorted. The Servants at the Fort were probably worse off than the men working the coal mines in Lufe. 

"What's that, he says," Bones stepped onto the edge of the bunk and looked up at Beo with his clasic smirk. "Why don't you look at it, pretty boy."

Beo rolled his eyes but placed the Newspaper to the side. Technically the News was contraband, but Beo had come to know the librarian at Camp Monmouth through all his research in the archive department, and she had taken a liking to him. She made sure Beo got a copy of the News every day. 

Sighing, Beo reached down and picked up a few sheets of paper and a keyring. He glanced at the papers, but couldn't make sense of any of it. All the papers read various numbers and times Beo couldn't decipher. 

Beo looked up at Bones, who was trying to suppress a grin. Beo didn't get it. "I'm having trouble understanding what this is, Bones."

Bones reached down and grabbed the keyring from Beo's lap and dangled it in front of his bunkmate's face. "Do you recognize these?"

They were a set of keys with a small keychain attached. The keychain was a silver disk that read the number 36. 

"Yeah, of course," Beo wasn't sure why Bones was even asking. "Those are Cruiser keys." The Cruisers were these huge badass truck-jeep hybrids that the Enforcer's used for transportation. Beo was dying to drive one, but he had never been assigned to driving detail on account of the fact he failed his driving test when he was 17. Beo wasn't proud of it. 

And then it hit him. "Holy shit. Those are Cruiser keys!" Bones closed the keys in his hand. He couldn't control the prideful grin on his face.

"You bet your ass they are."

"How the fuck did you get a Cruiser?"

Beo rarely cursed. But right now, he was gonna damn curse. 

"I think the better question is, how did I get a Cruiser, fill it with blankets, clothes, food rations, canteens, and--"

"You didn't!" Beo jumped out of his bed, practically jumping right into Bones' arms.

"And tents, and weaponry, and even pillows, so Princess Beo can sleep easy at night."

Beo was speechless. All he could say was: "How on Earth?"

"Don't worry about how Princess. Just be thankful."

Beo quickly analyzed Bones for wounds or cuts or broken limbs. He couldn't have gotten all of what he said he did without a fight, or worse. "And you're not hurt?"

"No Beo, I'm not." He was smiling.

But Bones couldn't have done this without a fight... or something else indecent. "You didn't like, prostitute yourself, right?"

"Jesus, Beo! Have some faith!"

"But you didn't, right?"

Bones couldn't help but laugh. He ruffled the golden blonde hair on Beo's head. "Don't you worry, pretty boy. No prostitution was involved in the making of this Escape Plan."