• His machine worked. At least as far as he could tell it had. A cloud of dust blinded his view momentarily, but it soon dissipated. He was so overcome with excitement that he hadn't begun to notice the poor state the room which he arrived in was. Everything that was shiny and new just a few moments ago was now rusted, chipped or broken. A few lights flickered on and off here and there, but still the Warden strode out of his machine, smiling wildly, if obliviously at his success.

    "Oooh how I do love when things go my way." He chimed, poking the dusty floor with his cane.

    He paused for a moment, eying the floor. He seemed to take notice of the disarray around him. Frowning, he began to tap his foot.

    "I expected Jared to be here to greet me," He said, flicking some debris off his shoulder "Or at least tidy up a bit." He tapped his cane louder, as if he hoped the future-Jared would sense his irritability and come rushing to him.

    A few more seconds of waiting proved that no one was coming.

    "Honestly," the Warden huffed. "I have to do everything around here."

    He poked his head out of the doorway and headed to his office. He wondered why Jailbot wasn't around. Or...anyone else for that matter.

    "Where is everyone?" he said to himself, looking around a few corners as he passed them.

    "JARED!" He called, now more annoyed than ever. He opened the door to his office, shaking his head, swearing under his breath after not receiving a response.

    "You'd think they've forgotten who was bo-" He stopped suddenly.

    There were two men in dark uniforms standing at his desk. They were going over what looked to be maps or other papers of some sort.

    "Who the hell are you?"

    The two men, startled, looked up. Both quickly jumped back and stood to attention, saluting the Warden.

    "S-sir we were just going over the maps of the rebel camps we've found so far sir." the taller of the two stuttered.

    The Warden raised a brow, slightly confused. "Rebel camps?"

    "Yes sir," the shorter one replied, nodding frantically. The two men looked at each other then back to the Warden before the taller one spoke again.

    "Uhm, sir?"

    The Warden was busy looking around his once colorful office. He was certain he was in the right place. He spun around examining the dull plum-colored carpet. A black desk had replaced his wooden one. The wallpaper had changed from the vibrant array of colors to boring grays with purple accents.

    He was not happy with his current surroundings and he was hellbent on making whoever was responsible for these changes pay the price for their obvious lack of taste.

    "Uh...sir?"

    The Warden brought himself out of his daze. "Hmm?"

    "Sir, shouldn't you be on the plane?"

    "Plane?"

    "Yes sir," The shorter one saluted again. "You are meant to board for Superbase."

    The Warden's eyes darted across the room. A sinking feeling started to grow in the pit of his stomach. He had a feeling he should just turn around, go back to his machine and call this experiment a success. However, he found himself being hurried out the door and down the hallway.

    It might have been the overwhelming sense of curiosity he had been cursed with, or the fact that he almost always ignored his gut feelings, he wanted to see what awaited him at this 'Superbase'.

    Perhaps he could get a few answers from future-Jared, if he could ever find him, as to why his lovely Superjail has been attacked by bad décor.

    After a few minutes of walking down what seemed to him like an endless hallway, he found it odd that there was a sufficient lack of inmates. He was sure he'd always see one or two...sweeping something or stabbing someone here and there. He shrugged and headed outside. An aircraft painted in the similar plum color he saw earlier was parked just outside. With propellers whirring, it looked like it was ready for take-off any second. The Warden wrinkled his nose at the blatant boring-ness.

    "Where's the fun? Who is designing these awful things?"

    No matter, he just wanted to see what was at this 'Superbase' and get back to his time-machine before the day was out.

    At least on board the airship was much more to his liking. A large, yellow poofy couch sat alongside the wall. Slightly less boring grays and purples with tiny yellow accents decorated the inside.

    The Warden fluffed out his coattails as he sat down. "Yeah, can I get a drink?" he snapped his fingers a few times. A gruff-looking soldier-type nodded his head and went off to fetch him something.

    The Warden laced his fingers behind his head and propped his feet up. He closed his eyes as he began to relax.

    Well, he would have relaxed even more if he had his drink like he ordered. He snapped his fingers once more, emphasizing how annoyed he was with everyone's laziness.

    The sound that replied to him however was not that of ice clattering in a glass. It was the sound of guns being loaded.

    Opening one eye he found a row of soldiers aiming their machine guns at his chest.

    His first reaction was to yelp like the little girl he felt like just then, but a flash of anger overcame him in the same moment.

    "Uh, excuse me, you do know that I'm the Warden right?" He gingerly pushed aside the nose of the nearest gun.

    "Oh really?" A harsh voice said suddenly. The sound of steel-toed boots followed, tapping loudly on the floor. A tall man stood before the Warden, wearing a black uniform, plum cape and spiked helmet. His skin was lightly tanned and his glasses were an amber-ish color. The gaped-toothed grin he wore was more menacing than his voice conveyed.

    With his hands on his hips the man leaned forward. "Then who the hell am I?"