No way was he stuck here. No fucking way! There had to be a way out. There was always a way out. Even the battlefields of a war zone had a way out. Rice caught him in electrical wires and he still got...He picked up a rock and launched it as hard as he could into the water. It splashed loudly in the distance and he watched as the water settled back into it's calm waves with a deep-set scowl on his face

To be free. That was apparently what Etre Libre stood for. What a load of bollocks. This place didn't know the meaning of freedom and David was starting to get ansty. He'd had the world at his fingertips... though it wouldn't exactly be much of an adrenaline rush for someone who had spent his birthday drinking Guinness on top of the Eiffel Tower. Where was a streaker for entertainment when you needed one