Mak-Mak
01-10-2006, 01:45
Joe glanced at the clock, and set down his magazine. Feeding time at the zoo. Prisoner 001 was fed at constantly differing intervals, so that he wouldn't have a chance to devise a plan. Joe picked up a tray of food and carried it to the thick steel door. He pressed a button on the wall that would electrify the other side of the wall, and the floor immediately around it, and then knelt and pressed the tray through the slot. Suddenly, something caught his arm. He was caught off guard, and pulled forward. His hand brushed the electrified floor, and in a few moments he was unconcious.
Hearing his shouts, three other guards, heavily armed and armored rushed up. "Turn off the electricity or I'll rip his wrist open with my teeth," said a calm voice from the other side of the door. Frantically, one of the guards did so. "Now open the door."
Two of the guards glanced at the third, who raised his weapon and nodded. The door slowly swung open. But before they could open fire, Prisoner 001 rolled forward, coming up and kicking one of the guards in the stomach. The guard staggered back a step, but the armor absorbed most of the blow.
Still, it gave Prisoner 001 a chance to garb the guard's pistol and fire five times. Joe, less heavily armored, was hit in the back of the head and died almost immediately. The guard who's weapon he had grabbed was hit in the throat. Again, the armor took most of the impact, but he still was unable to breathe.
Prisoner 001 moved behind him, and wrapped an arm around his neck as the other two guards, both hit in the back of the head and staggered, began turning around. Prisoner 001 grabbed his hostage's gun and began firing. These bullets were armor piercing.
As the two guards hit the ground, Prisoner 001 ripped his hostage's helmet off and shoved his head in the doorway. Grinning maniacly, he slammed the heavy door shut.
The whole thing had taken about thirty seconds. Prisoner 001 quickly armed himself with his victims' weapons and turned to run from the stream of incoming guards.
***
Hank was one of the last ones left. After 001 had massacred the first four guards, he had freed the other prisoners. The high security wing had only held twenty prisoners, with around fifty guards. Now the remaining three were in the armory. Armor piercing guns were trained on the thick door. There was enough weaponry in this armory to supply a small army. Which was 001's plan.
The door swung open, outwards. Hank began firing, as did the other two. There was a scream, and the body collapsed. It was Neal. One of the other guards, and, more recently, a meat shield. Then the prisoners began firing. Two guards died quickly. They were the lucky ones.
***
Hank awoke strapped down in the infirmary, with Prisoner 012 standing over him. "Hello, Hanky boy," said 012. "I'm going to asks you some questions now, and I do hope you'll try lying."
***
"I don't get it. Twenty prisoners? I understand that it is a problem, but why is everyone in such a panic? I mean, the City Guard is deploying tanks out there!" Shouted the mayor. The police commisioner shifted his weight uncomfortably.
"These aren't just any prisoners. They were all members of the Old Sultan's experiments."
"So they're supersoldiers?" Asked the mayor.
"No. Psychopaths. But extremely dangerous. I knew it was a mistake, putting them all in one place like that, but it was the only prison that could hold them."
"Until now."
"Yes, dammnit. Until now. Sir, you need to enact a curfew. We need checkpoints throughout the city. They'll have to come through here to get out of the mountains, and it's my job to stop them."
OOC: The ex-prisoners have a variety of things weird with them. Next post will explain. Feel free to play as a tourist or whatever in the city.
Hearing his shouts, three other guards, heavily armed and armored rushed up. "Turn off the electricity or I'll rip his wrist open with my teeth," said a calm voice from the other side of the door. Frantically, one of the guards did so. "Now open the door."
Two of the guards glanced at the third, who raised his weapon and nodded. The door slowly swung open. But before they could open fire, Prisoner 001 rolled forward, coming up and kicking one of the guards in the stomach. The guard staggered back a step, but the armor absorbed most of the blow.
Still, it gave Prisoner 001 a chance to garb the guard's pistol and fire five times. Joe, less heavily armored, was hit in the back of the head and died almost immediately. The guard who's weapon he had grabbed was hit in the throat. Again, the armor took most of the impact, but he still was unable to breathe.
Prisoner 001 moved behind him, and wrapped an arm around his neck as the other two guards, both hit in the back of the head and staggered, began turning around. Prisoner 001 grabbed his hostage's gun and began firing. These bullets were armor piercing.
As the two guards hit the ground, Prisoner 001 ripped his hostage's helmet off and shoved his head in the doorway. Grinning maniacly, he slammed the heavy door shut.
The whole thing had taken about thirty seconds. Prisoner 001 quickly armed himself with his victims' weapons and turned to run from the stream of incoming guards.
***
Hank was one of the last ones left. After 001 had massacred the first four guards, he had freed the other prisoners. The high security wing had only held twenty prisoners, with around fifty guards. Now the remaining three were in the armory. Armor piercing guns were trained on the thick door. There was enough weaponry in this armory to supply a small army. Which was 001's plan.
The door swung open, outwards. Hank began firing, as did the other two. There was a scream, and the body collapsed. It was Neal. One of the other guards, and, more recently, a meat shield. Then the prisoners began firing. Two guards died quickly. They were the lucky ones.
***
Hank awoke strapped down in the infirmary, with Prisoner 012 standing over him. "Hello, Hanky boy," said 012. "I'm going to asks you some questions now, and I do hope you'll try lying."
***
"I don't get it. Twenty prisoners? I understand that it is a problem, but why is everyone in such a panic? I mean, the City Guard is deploying tanks out there!" Shouted the mayor. The police commisioner shifted his weight uncomfortably.
"These aren't just any prisoners. They were all members of the Old Sultan's experiments."
"So they're supersoldiers?" Asked the mayor.
"No. Psychopaths. But extremely dangerous. I knew it was a mistake, putting them all in one place like that, but it was the only prison that could hold them."
"Until now."
"Yes, dammnit. Until now. Sir, you need to enact a curfew. We need checkpoints throughout the city. They'll have to come through here to get out of the mountains, and it's my job to stop them."
OOC: The ex-prisoners have a variety of things weird with them. Next post will explain. Feel free to play as a tourist or whatever in the city.