Riding the donkey further, Clara slowly zigzagged her way up the mountain path, trees and undergrowth on both sides, the ultramax prison ever growing closer. As her donkey grew weary, she stuck him with some roid upper combo mix that Helen had prepared. The animal continued to attack the path with a renewed vigor, and Clara kept watch for some of the prison’s detection devices. There was nothing yet, but her intel said it would be soon. Her instincts as a Red Ninja told her they would be even sooner.

By mid afternoon, the air was getting colder and thinner.