• Enter: Iscariot J. Karskoff

    Well, geez.
    Whose idea was it to let the gates break open at this time of day?
    I wiped some sleep from my eyes, and looked at my door, now full of shell holes, and a gaping hole where the window should have been. I was still dazed, and it took me a moment to realize my luck. The window is right above the door lock. It was time for my common procedure. I got up from my dirty cot, and I strolled over to the door. I stuck my head out, careful not to get caught in the glass. Looking both ways, I saw how much my luck had stretched. There, across the hallway, was one of the guards, unconscious, on the floor. His pistol was still in its holster. But the guard wasn’t deciding to take a nap. Around the corner of the hallway was another prisoner, a machine gun in his hands. He probably didn’t know how to use it; he got arrested for robbing three banks in a spree, with knives. I reached over, through the window, and grabbed the door lock. I pressed the code, as I remembered it from the way they made each key programmed with a different pitched beep. A common flaw in security, but it was my favorite one. I slowly opened the door, wasting a perfectly good 47 seconds making the door refrain from creaking. I suddenly remembered another procedure, and slowly walked back to the cot. I took off my shoes, making my socks my silencer. I carefully picked up a piece of glass, and closed the door a bit. I threw the glass as far as I could away from the guard as possible.
    Managing to concern the prisoner, he started to walk towards my door. I crouched behind it, but he didn’t pay attention to the fact that my door was open. As he passed my door, I slipped through the opening I had. I kept my distance at a lock of 6 feet. I got closer, and he suddenly seemed to tense. Might as well take over from here. I silently sprinted closer, and did the grinder procedure, throwing my arms under his armpits, spreading them in a way so that he released the gun in surprise. I threw my momentum against him, knocking his body to the floor. I made sure that his body hit the floor before the gun did. I made sure I caught the gun before it hit the floor. It’s called a procedure.

    I stripped the unconscious guard of his uniform, and very hastily shoved my dirty shirt and pants on him. I reached under his arms, and dragged him into my room. I closed the door, and took the pleasure of changing the key code. Revenge, you fat cop. Before I closed the door, I paused, looking at the unconscious prisoner. I closed the door, and walked over. Crouching down, I shook him. “Yo, kid, wake up. Time to bust this cage”. He groaned, and opened his eyes. Seeing me, he put on a pretty convincing face of innocence. “Hey cop, that one guy in the cell next to me made me get out. This one guy though, he threw me on the floor for no reason. Man, my head hurts.” . I grinned, considering how unofficial I looked wearing a jacket three sizes too big, but this guy managed to think I was a cop. “Well, usually the person I throw dies from a head injury. But I think I’ll just mark you as lucky.” I didn’t expect him to recognize me, i mean, I did attack from behind. But I think he caught the message real fast. Before he had time to respond, I grabbed him, and shoved the pistol in his hand. “Listen kid,” I whispered to him as I heard the Guard begin to stir. “Take this pistol, and do what’s necessary to get outta here”. He nodded dumbly, and stumbled off. I picked up my machine gun, and turned off the safety.

    I stepped out of the roof door. I cautiously stepped over to the edge, and looked over at the war raging below. Some of the prisoners had gotten guns from the supply room, and now I watched in amusement as the fat cops crouched in fear behind a truck. Hmm… a parking lot. This is where I proceed with the get-away. I ran farther down along the edge of the building, and found the armored truck. It was big enough that its roof almost reached the top of the building. I jogged a bit, and jumped enough that I landed on top of the truck. I slid off the truck, and smashed the door window. Within 32 seconds, I had the alarm shut off, the wires sparked, and the truck ignition on. Almost beat my record. I pulled out of the parking spot, and proceeded to the war zone. I braced myself for impact, and smashed the truck into the other truck protecting the cops, leaving them in the open. I smirked at one of them as I drove by, and peeled out of the station.

    It’s called a procedure.


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