((@ Max))<br/>As he reached for the walls, all he would have felt were ice cold bars, rough and made of iron.  They were spaced half a man's hand width apart.  The bars gave way eventually to a rough wall of plaster and cold bare stone.<br/><br/><strong>Yes!! </strong>*she sniffled amidst some scrambling and then a loud thunk.<em> "Ouch.. god dammit!.  Are you able to find a light or something? Something's in my way!.  How did you get down here.. How did you know I'm here!!?   It's Gerri! I'm going to kill that fucking bastard Georgio when I get my hands on him!!"   </em>gone was her high society accent and her uppity ways.   She sounded like any other gangster's moll.<em> "And I could sure use a goddamn cigarette!  I hope you have some with you!"</em>