As I placed the last of my weapons on the table, an old man walked up. He looked at the weapons quizzicaly and placed them in a box. I watched as he struggled with the heavy box into the gatehouse. "You'll get your those when you come out." said the guard. I nodded and began to walk away but the guard stopped me. "What's in the bag?" he asked. "Only a few packs of cigarettes." I replied. He opened the bag and took out a package of them. He took a cigarette and lighted it. "That's mine!" I protested. "Not any more it ain't." He and the surrounding guards laughed. The rage was curdling up inside me and before I knew what I did, I punched the man. He recoiled and seeing the blood on his face pointed at me and said "Get him!" The guards rushed towards me. This was an unfair fight, they didn't stand a chance. I looked around me, seeing about a dozen guards. I punched one in the stomach while kicking another. Three more came rushing towards me, I looked around and saw a metal pole leaning against a building. Picking it up, I wacked the three men. One was coming up from behind, one swift movement and he was down. Feeling a chill down my spine I looked up, only to see half a dozen guns pointed at my face. I dropped the pole and they tied my hands together. The leader of the guards chuckled, "next time, let me have a smoke." He then said: "take this piece of scum to the dungeons, and kill him tomorrow." The men brought me through the haven. We passed markets and buildings, this place was top notch, for a haven. We started heading uphill but stopped, turning they led me into a building. We walked in and the guards opened a door, it led into a dark passage heading underground. We walked past cell after cell, most of them were empty. Than a big man walked up. "Dis one 'ere is charged wit' attempted murda." said one of the guards. The big man grunted and beckoned for us to follow. Finally we got to an iron door, and they threw me inside. It was dark and damp."Well this sucks."