Riddick shook his head in disbelief. He hoped nobody ever depended on this guy for advice on escape attempts... or dating, for that matter. Or not getting beat up.

"I got blown off a fucking wall last night. The low-tech thing is a sham, they're using force fields. Good luck picking that lock." His bad mood had returned, along with a hefty dose of spite. He wasn't one for sharing information, but for lack of better things to do, he'd put Mason in his place one way or another. This was assuming Mason even knew what a force field was.