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"Marshall has one of Flame's throwing gloves," Ash says. "I pointed it out, but Carma didn't think she needed the help, and there's nothing to throw in the cell, so we didn't bother confiscating it."

"Well, the whole reason I'm here in the first place is to get Long and Marshall out, so I'm all for telling the kid to open their cell. But why is the glove such a big deal?"

"It gives us more options in moving things across the corridors. And I didn't say open the cell - Carma's got the only key for that."

"She doesn't trust you, huh? Can't say I blame her."

Ash gives you a displeased look.

"My main point is, that glove is an asset and the kid can get it for us."

"And how, exactly, is a kid who's afraid to talk going to persuade someone in a cell to hand over their glove through the bars?"

"With a message from you, of course," Ash says calmly. Gods, what a jerk.

"Not gonna bother for a glove that might be useful. If you've got something specific in mind, then maybe, depending on what it is."

Ash's expression takes a smug turn. Oh gods, he does have a plan, doesn't he? But what could it even be?