CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Shell walked in a circle in his small prison cell. The small cot, the toilet, the tray of untouched food on the floor … all of it passed Shell as he walked. He also got a glimpse of the hallway outside through the strange energy bars that kept him from escaping, although all it did was remind him of his predicament.
Predicament is a rather understated way to put it, Shell thought, wincing when the ship shuddered under his foot. More like death sentence. And all because of that stupid robot who we should never have trusted in the first place.
About an hour ago, Shell, Blizzard, and Treehugger had been marched out of the dungeons of Doom and onto a strange interdimensional spaceship that Omanx called the ‘Incinerator,’ which certainly did not sound like the name of a fancy
