[spoiler]The last of the defenses. Rescue will start either tomorrow, Sunday or Monday.[/spoiler] The man walked through the lines one more time, handing out flasks of Holy water, Crucifixes and bibles. The last soldier didn't get anything, and he was set up as bait. They filled a huge bucket with Holy oil and loomed it over his head. Another troop was given a flamethrower and a pistol to set off the fire when the time came. The man entered Python's cell with a pistol. The pistol was much larger than usual, it was huge. Made for someone of Python's size and strength. He put the gun on a cart in front of Python as he jolted awake. "Will this kill you?" "What?" Python responded groggy and half-awake. "Will this kill you?" "It might. I think. I don't know." The man leaves the gun on the cart and pulls out a screwdriver. He walks over to Jessica and puts the metal screwdriver in her mouth. She slowly wakes up and screams. "Relax, it'll be over soon...." The man pulls out a knife and digs it under her fingernail. "Python! Answer me!" "I made the pistol. You shoot that thing in here and there's a good chance it'll bring down the entire mountain." "So a big caliber then?" "Huge." The man shrugs and takes off one of Jessica's fingernails and walks away, smiling at her pain and anger. He leaves them both awake as he walks out of the cell.