Namazu
Baron of Bad Boys
LINCOLN
The Cells
Theo had never been to prison before. Not until now. Not before, when everything was normal. Sure, heād seen snippets of them in movies and on television before, but it pales in comparison to the real thing. The only thing worse was the real thing after months and months of the world having ended and the inmates running the show. Truthfully, Theo had hoped that maybe the guards or police or army or something had the run of the place, but he wasnāt surprised to find out that the inmates run things here. He was pretty sure he saw that in a movie too.
That movie didnāt end well at all.
Planting their homemade radio-jamming devices hadnāt taken as long as he feared it would with Marenās help. She didnāt talk much, which was unnerving - but maybe he talked too much. It was hard to tell. When they were done, Maren darted off elsewhere to go ātake care of somethingā. He had a sneaking suspicion that meant she was going to go help make someone eat lead in a few minutes, based on the way she said it. He was probably better off sticking with Haewon, though she also looked mad enough to shoot someone at this point. He wasnāt about to ask why.
The next step of their plan was actual insanity and he really had to weigh his options here. Help, and probably die, or not help, and probably die.
Super great options! He hated this place.
Handgun in hand - which he did actually know how to use, thanks for asking - and pressed against a wall behind Haewon, he held his breath as she peered around the corner. They were in the solitary confinement wing, where supposedly some people were being held. One of which was a doctor. It seemed ridiculous to throw an important person like a doctor in a cell, and only after Maren had caught him up on the prison politics did he really fully appreciate the massive pile of shit he just stumbled into.
Being a rebel sounded more cool when it was in Star Wars. Being a rebel in real life was actually terrifying as shit.
Meeting Haewonās gaze, he nodded as she silently counted down. Threeā¦. Twoā¦. oneā¦ and showtime. He followed a few steps behind Haewon, slipping in behind her after the guard hit the floor. He couldnāt help but flinch at the second shot to the temple to finish him off. Cold, but merciful, at the same time - and it kept the guard from coming back later as another problem.
Theo crouched down at the guardās side, rummaging for keys. For some reason he expected them to just be dangling there at his side, all obvious-like, but of course they werenāt. He had to rummage through a dead manās pockets, and when he couldnāt find them in the manās pants pockets to the side, he grabbed the body and rolled it onto its side.
āAsshole kept them in his back pocket.ā He grumbled, sliding a jangling circle of keys out of the dead guardās back pocket with a look of distaste on his face. One thing they donāt often show in movies is how, once youāre dead, your bowels start to let loose.
Theo flipped through the keys as he stood. There were several of them, and it wasnāt very obvious which was a key to a jail cell and which wasnāt. Some of them looked weird, some of them looked like regular house keys of all things. He might just have to try all of them until one worked - presuming one would work at all.
āKeep keepinā watch,ā Theo asked, peering carefully up and down the hallway. Those gunshots made a hell of a lot of noise and he expected people to come running any second. Their time was limited. So far, nobody else was around.
It was a Godsend that each door had a little window in it - it meant Theo could peek inside before trying the door. This allowed him to skip several empty cells until he found one with someone inside.
āOh fuck,ā He breathed out. All he could see when he peered inside was a body laying on the floor from the waist down - stripped down to boxers and socks. Was that the doctor? Maren had told him the doctorās name was Victor, but heād never seen the doctor before so even if heād seen the face, would he know? He had to check anyway, because if this was for nothing, they could at least get out faster.
Theo attempted to jam one key into the lock. It didnāt work - he couldnāt even get it in. He tried a second one. It slid in half way, then no more. Then another, and another, and fuck this wasnāt working. It was the sixth key he tried that finally slid in and turned. The click as the door unlocked made him sigh with relief - though he was still cautious about what heād find on the other side with that body. Was it one of the wasted?
āVictor? Weāre here to get you o-ā
Theo flinched and sucked in a breath as suddenly he was met with a fist grabbing onto the fabric of his shirt and shoving him backwards into the opposite wall. Before he knew how to react, he was being pinned to the wall with a broken metal bar at his throat.
The man - late thirties, sweaty brown hair dangling in his face - was on him in an instant. The broken metal pipe was rusted and snapped off at one end, and he wasnāt sure what it was from. Too narrow to be plumbing, that was for sure. The man was dressed only in his boxers and a tank-top, stained with sweat, grime, and blood. Dark circles were under eyes that darted up and down the hall like a cornered animal. Dried blood covered the manās hands, streaked his shirt, and was splattered in fine droplets on his neck and face. Bruises were everywhere - shoulders, arms, chest, and face.
Theoās first thought was that he looked crazy.
His second thought was that this was a bad idea and heād picked the wrong cell.
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