District 42-Chapter 85: Delegating tasks

They didn’t let Casper stay at the infirmary for more than some hours. The Ridires said that the superiors ordered them to drag him back to the lockdown, since keeping him surrounded by people and in a comfortable bed was breaking the punishment protocol of his lockdown.

Some nurses, including Amelia, tried to argue with them and make them reconsider because Casper was still incapable of stay in the poor conditions of that lonely room. Besides, he still needed medicine and treatment to make his body recover from the mental wear he passed.

Even the soldier was rooting for them and pretending to be worse than he actually was, but the Ridires were not so flexible. They told the same thing every time: "We are just doing what they ordered us to do."

Amelia burst out of the room, apparently willing to talk with someone. She made the same thing earlier, and as far as he knew she went to talk to the Principal of Halden’s Laboratory. But, now, he had no idea where she was going.

"I hope she went to take a rifle for me because I will explode this place." His dull mind could not think in more practical or productive things than that. Either way, pretending or not, he was still very worn out.

Without waiting for Amelia’s arrival, the Ridires took Casper from the bed and, displeased, carried him to the lockdown room. While he was being carried like a potato bag, he looked to a nurse that he found to be the one that was most fond of him. When their eyes met, Casper nodded to her and gave a faint smile, and she shook her head back to him positively.

"At least, I could take some value from this terrible situation. I can’t just wait for the lockdown end to do something. I need to make some progress, even though I am stuck there." Throughout the day, that was the smartest thing that came across Casper’s mind. Maybe he was so high like that because of the number of drugs they gave to him, in which the majority he didn’t even know their effects.

The trip from the infirmary to the lockdown rooms took quite a long time. Casper wasn’t in a mental state when he could calculate the exact distance between those places, but it was still good to know. When he came to his default mode, it would be useful somehow.

When they get in front of the door, they let Casper on the floor and started to type some numbers into a screen that was beside the door. While they did it, both Ridires talk gossip to each other, with no haste at all to open the door.

The soldier took advantage of their distraction and stood slowly.

The lockdown rooms were in a corridor that was far away from the infirmary, and even more from the Blocks of cells. The rooms were lined, each door very distant from another, probably to prevent that two inmates at the lockdown talked with each other yelling or something.

Casper dragged his feet until the door at the left. It was about 3 meters away from his door. He was pretty sure to remember being put in the lockdown room next to Alfar. Anton, unfortunately, was very far away, and so was Ragnar. For now, he could just count on the Dark elf.

It was not a beneficial situation at all, since Casper knew that Alfar wasn’t in the best state of mind now as well. Not just hurt physically, he got a huge blow inside his mind. After all, the kindhearted inmate that he met some days ago just went crazy and killed a lot of people.

At the time, he didn’t realize what he did, but now that he had the time to think about that matter, the reality should have hit him hard.

The soldier was hoping that he could pass through it by himself and keep up being useful for him, but he was not sure how resilient Alfar was. There were still a lot of things that he didn’t know about that man, and it frightened him somehow. The secrets of a man, even the smallest ones, can change everything in the blink of an eye. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Hoping that everything would go well, Casper passed a paper through the little gap under the door.

"Please, don’t let me down now, Alfar." He prayed and then felt someone grabbing him by the shoulder and dragging him.

"Don’t go to a stroll now, White warrior, you still have five days to go!" Ironized the Ridire, forcing him into the room and then closing the door.

Casper didn’t mind at all that provocation, and he could at least give the paper to Alfar. Also, he gave the mission to that nurse to give a message to Olaf as well, and he would be for these five days the main piece of that game.

Now that Casper had more people beside him, and willing to help, he was going to delegate as much work as he could to rush things.

Alfar got a lockdown of just a few days because the Ridires interpreted that he killed so many people because he went crazy, and it was the laboratory’s entirely fault, even though he was seen taking part in the action. Because of it, Casper needed him to keep up with the next movements for the plan. He knew that the man was capable of it, since he had a lot of influence, and even more now that he was known as Casper’s right arm or something.

Olaf would take part in one main necessity that Casper had, and he was the only person that could do this for him.

"I still need to build something to exonerate myself from my crimes before I escape from here. If I can find a way to pretend to be innocent, it will be 100% my victory."

Casper, then, waited until his movements started to show their effects. He was still really ill, but he could just bear it. Complain would do nothing good for him.

Torturous and monotonous hours passed until he could be able to hear someone’s voice coming through the door.

"C-Casper?" Even though it was been just a few times that he conversed with him, Casper would never forget that timid and uncertain way of speak.

"I am here, Olaf." He answered, his voice was more hoarse and tired than he expected, but it has been quite a while since he didn’t open his mouth to say a single word.

"That nurse talked to me about that thing. I could converse with some Ridires and they gave me something that maybe can help you, but I don’t know if it will work here since the signal is so bad." He heard the noise made from the screen when someone digited something there. The door opened just a bit, and he threw a smartphone inside the room, closing the door quickly afterward.

"I think, you can use it to contact people from the surface. I guess that the call will be very bad, but if you can find a point where the signal is better, at least you will not need to deal with constant call failures." He had an insecure voice that made those words not so much reliable, but Casper didn’t complain.

When it came to Olaf, the more insecure he was about something, the more certain it was to work.

"Did you put that phone list here?" The timid man outside confirmed that he did. "Ok. That’s good. But I need to know if it will put me in danger as well, Olaf. They can’t know that I am doing this, otherwise it will be worthless."

He heard the man getting restless on the other side of the door. He imagined him shaking his head violently in disagreement.

"D-Don’t worry about it. They don’t have this type of security measure here. Even if a prisoner got a smartphone, they would not be able to do anything too scandalous with it. And to have signal to make a call, one needs to find a place that’s good for it into the prison, and they can’t just walk around the complex, so..."

Casper smiled upon hearing those words, it was better than he imagined.

"Got it. You are doing great, Olaf. From now on, obey what Alfar says to you, and make sure that he will not act like a traumatized coward, ok?"

Olaf answered him with a yes that seemed more to be a question than an affirmation, and then walked off quickly.

Casper looked intently at the smartphone’s screen, looking at it with a slight smile on his face. He turned it on and then entered into the list of contacts he wanted Olaf to put in there. It wasn’t missing a single person.

"I think that, from all my subordinates, Olaf is the most useful until this point..." He thought. "Maybe he will be the one that I will bring with me when getting out of here."

Then Casper looked to the signal. It wasn’t in the right conditions to do a call, but find somewhere to do it would be easy.

"Let’s go, it’s time to prove my innocence!"