“We take off our clothes and walk out of the jailhouse. It will be just like the Great Sneaking In of 1962, when President Eisenhower fooled the Chinese by dropping five hundred thousand naked SEALS into North Vietnam, naked,†Nadin said.
Steve had never heard of such a thing, but he figured a trained historian would know things he had never heard of. “Seals? Like a furry mammal that balances balls on its nose?â€
“Of course, dollink. Suffice it to say, I have experience in that area.â€
Steve was beginning to understand. “We’ll watch for the door to the medical housing unit to open, then take off our clothes and walk right out to freedom. Just like Johnny Depp did in Public Enemies!â€
Nadin replied, “That was a mildly fictional account of one of my experiences in a previous life.â€
Steve was happy that Skinner had sent Nadin to rescue him. “Do we need to camouflage ourselves, or shave our bodies, or cover ourselves with oil?â€
“We don’t need to, but we can if it would make you feel better, dollink.â€
Goodboy made a last attempt to reassert himself as Steve’s good right hand. “I’m a good boy! I’m a good boy!†he shouted, with extra emphasis on the last two words of each sentence. The detention officers and nurse turned to look at him.
Steve said, with a hiss in his voice, “Goodboy, pipe down. You’ll ruin everything.†Goodboy, crushed, hung his head and quickly ran to his cell. He didn’t want to give Nadin the satisfaction of seeing his tears.
“Good, he’s gone,†Nadin said. “I can tell you the rest of my plan. The guards need a distraction, and we’ll give them Goodboy. We’ll have all of the Neckbeard Gang save their evening medications, and give them to Goodboy tomorrow after breakfast. The guards will be busy watching him. Add that to our invisibility, and we are unstoppable!â€
The plan made sense to Steve; more importantly, he was happy for an opportunity to get rid of Goodboy. Steve was tired of him, and ready for a change.
Steve gave the order, and the Neckbeard Gang palmed their evening and bedtime pills, and turned them over to Steve. Back in his cell, Steve looked at the cup full of tablets and capsules with disappointment. He saw no Oxycontin in the mix, not a single tablet. He crushed the medications and poured the powder into a half-empty bottle of Mountain Dew, left over from a trip to the jailhouse commissary he had made with Goodboy the day before. The drug cocktail was invisible in the bottle of yellow soda.
Steve thought he would be unable to sleep that night, but he was wrong.