The door panel beeped, then it hissed open. And Kurt had exactly two seconds, maybe less, to react.
Using plastic man, his entire body compressed, stretched, and reformed in the blink of an eye.
He shrank down into a perfectly ordinary-looking plastic cup on the corner of the Warden's desk, the kind of thing no one would ever look at twice. He even added a little fake coffee stain for realism.
The door completely opened up, and two people stepped in.
A higher-ranking guard. Kurt assumed so because he had access to the Warden's office. And then Dane, the low-life scumbag who'd most definitely done in his mates for a few extra cores.
"Make it quick," the guard said with a clipped tone. "And it better be good, or you'll be stuck on janitorial duty for the next six years."
"And I get five years shaved off my sentence?" Dane asked eagerly, rubbing his hands together like the greedy goblin he was.
