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Bing smiled as he watched the Warden disappear down the hall. If this was about what he thought it was about, he was soon going to receive some of the fruits of his labors. For former prisoners, the apocalypse had been something of a blessing and a curse. They might still be prisoners of the Infected, but they now had a great deal more freedom. However, if rescue ever arrived, they'd most likely wind up right back where they'd started, and stayed, behind bars.

Helping out with the work of the Prison faction was not only necessary for survival, it greatly increased Bing's odds, and by extension, Benji's, of getting out on good behavior in extenuating circumstances. The higher he rose, the better his chances.

Bing went about his business, and he arrived at the Warden's office right on time after the evening meal. He knocked twice, then entered.

"Reportin' in, sir." he announced, closing the door behind him.

Bing's eyes were immediately drawn to the glow of the runes on the knife. Just how on Earth was it doing that, he wondered. It looked like a functional knife. Was it some sort of paint, or could it be some kind of mag-

He immediately snapped back to the present when the Warden called his name. Son. Of. A. b***h. The guy had known all along! Bing crossed his arms and shot the Warden a bemused glance. Well, if he was willing to come out so candidly about it, the Warden must believe they really were in this for the long haul. But the Warden had never struck Bing as the kind of man content to sit and wait for rescue.

"If all you need is someone to patch up holes and push fried Infected off the fence, you have your pick out there." he stated, "And, yeah, I can do that. But I've been hedgin' my bets on you having some kind of plan to get us out of here."

Bing searched the Warden's face for some hint of the man's thoughts, but the guy had one hell of a poker face.

"You need someone to do the dirty work on that plan, I'm your man. That's what I'm up for." he stated.

Bing looked at Fury, then to the knife, and wrapped his hand around the handle. The pact the blade symbolized was clear, and Bing accepted that, along with the knife. Before this, Magnus had always been the Warden, and Bing just a part of the Crooks working beneath him. Now, Bing worked for Magnus. Until Bing died, or they got out.

"Got it, Boss." Bing replied, knowing Fury would understand the significance of Bing using that title.