Getaway....(CommieXCheshire)

[Vailed In Black]

The cell was comfortable though she still heard the screams of both the bitch and the cheating bastard that cheated on her. She had done EVERYTHING for that man of hers and instead he rather dip his hands in the cookie jar rather then be satisfied. A pistol to the head for both of them, her lover that she thought was shot the same way except his balls were cut off and shoved into his mouth. Sarah kept thinking about how they both deserved what they got.

The court didn't feel the same as Sarah as she was sent to the electric chair, though with so many prisoners she had a long line before she sat in the chair. Sarah only thought about the whole incident as she knew her time would come till she would fry but at least she got revenge for what the bastard and the bitch did to her. Her face turned into a sneer as she sat on her bed sitting back looking at the guards walk back and fourth in front of her cell.

 

[UltraMechaStalin]

Infiltrating a maximum security prison? Easier than most people thought. The moment Rethiel had saw details of Sarah's case on the news an accomplice was part of the "press coverage" watching her case. Oh how it had dominated local news, a tragic tale of vengeance and a spurned lover's retribution! The icing on the cake? Sarah was being held at the very same facility his latest mark was being held. It seemed as if justice just wasn't swift enough, a particularly wealthy CEO wanted the man who'd killed his daughter to meet his maker far sooner than the date the courts had set for him. Who was Rethiel to argue with $250,000 that he had seven long years to work out how to obtain? The contract had felt like taking candy from a baby...And now it was time for the snatch and grab.

The right badge and fake credentials, some hair dye and contact lenses that changed his retinal patterns and Rethiel was just another guard at Fort Garnsworth Maximum Security Penitentiary. The time was just before noon and shift changes were happening. One stolen key-card and Rethiel was in the security center of the prison. Next, a barrel to the head of one of the script-kiddies they'd hired to run the new computerized cell-monitoring and securing systems and bedlam would begin.

"Enter the security override. I want every single cell in this prison open. Do it or your friend will be cleaning your brains off the monitor with his tongue! Leave only Death Row locked...except cell 18. "

Two men were in the "secure" room, both rather skinny, awkward and too far engaged in their conversation to even look at somebody coming into the room. After all, it was probably just the next shift right? One man lay on the floor with broken knees, wrists cuffed behind his back. The other was frantically inputting the proper codes to do as he was instructed. Without any warning every single door in the prison swung open and held fast. BOOM! Rethiel went back on his word and blew the man at the keyboard's brains out before turning his trusty 18-c machine pistol on the other and giving him a healthy dose of lead-based painkillers.

What happened next was a blur, Rethiel stripping himself of the guard uniform, straight down to the white jumpsuit beneath. Keycard and badge pinned to the waist Rethiel looked just like any other inmate, except...He had guns and several magazines of ammo belted around his waist along with a few flash-bangs, smoke grenades and even two canisters of tear gas. So well armed prisoners gave him a wide birth and any guards that tried to stop him were easily dispatched. Fortune smiled on Rethiel as he noticed his mark had already been stabbed and trampled to death in the initial chaos of the escape. Death Row however, was just that. Located at the farthest end of the complex it was a long row of 7 x 4 foot cubicles with thick walls and heavy steel doors. Rethiel badged into the adjoined complex and open fired, emptying the first magazines of both his weapons into every guard present before they had time to think about assessing the situation. Within seconds Rethiel had cell 18's manual lock undone and he stood staring at Sarah, triumphant smirk across his lips.

"You're coming with me."

 

[Vailed In Black]

The memories still fresh in her head till she heard screaming and other chaos outside her cell. Sarah jumped up and looked out under the door or tried to find one slit that she could see as she heard screaming from the guards and possibly other inmates? The sounds ate at her as she paced around the cell looking at the small window then looked back at the door she bit her lip some her eyes looking down at the ground as a little bit of sweat slid down her forehead.

Suddenly the door opened up and it looked like another inmate but something was off about this man, she looked at him more as she blinked hearing his statement. "How did you manage to get past all the guards?! Are they all dead?? Is there a riot going on?!" Her questions flowing out of her mouth like a dam just broke lose and a torrent of water going down a small river bed. Her emotions were now a rush and it seemed like her world now again was turned upside down and served on a platter of fate. However this fate seemed different than any other fate that often served a inmate on death row, instead this one was letting her escape from those that condemned her to walk the hallway of death. It seemed fate had a different thought in mind as she nodded quickly, "Alright...Let's get the hell out of here!" she said quickly not giving the man time to speak or explain himself as she waited for him to lead the way obviously knowing the safest way out or so she hoped.