Listening,
each second passing increases my heart rate. I wait for the signal.
Thud.
I stand up
and run.
The chair
at the table flies out from underneath me.
I spot my
partner, imitating my moves at the other side of the mess hall.
Two seconds
it takes for me to reach the guard, with his back turned.
One second
to take his baton from his belt, and an extra to disable him; he hits the
floor.
A second
thud as my partners guard also hits the floor.
Recalling
the plan in my brain, I search the body for keys.
My partner
rallies the troops.
The
prisoners follow me.
Through the
door into the corridor, stop, spotted.
Five
prisoners leap forward at the two guards.
Four
seconds before they reach them.
Two tasers
released after one and a half seconds, two prisoners drop, thud.
The three
press forward, one gets knocked out by a fist, the other two prevail.
Forward and
a right turn into a corridor of cells.
Thirty
meters long, two meters wide, seven cells on each side.
An extra
soldier in each.
Cheers.
Behind us,
scream.
Three guards
subdue five of our twenty team-mates.
My partner
attacks them, I run forward to the tiny room at the end of the corridor.
Four and a
half seconds and I’m at the door.
Smash it
open, one second.
The guard
turns, baton to the stomach.
He’s hunched
over, I bring the baton up, and thud, he hits the floor.
Find the
button, press it, the cells open.
Cheers.
It all
takes Four seconds.
I pick up a
mobile phone from the target that’s on the floor.
Dial a
memorised number, call for our van.
Into the
corridor, am I’m tackled into the next room by my partner and lots of
prisoners.
Four guards
await, one second and one is upon me.
Hits me in
the nose and picks me up, three seconds.
I struggle
and he drops me, thud, I hit the floor. Two seconds.
Swipe at
the back of his knees and he joins me, another two.
And an
extra second is what it takes to knock him out.
Stand up
and look around the room, orange jumpsuits on limp bodies scatter the floor.
Six
prisoners stand above me.
They help
reassure me, my partner pushes us onwards.
Out the
main entrance.
Fresh air.
Two guard
towers, each side of the gate to freedom.
Each
contains two men.
A cabin,
contains the warden.
It’s night
time.
The crowd
of eight heroes split into four, and run down each side, eight seconds.
Avoid the
searchlight.
Only one
can get up the tower, one must take out two.
The biggest
prisoner, an ex bouncer ascends the ladders on the left tower.
I ascend
the right.
My partner
waits at the bottom.
Eleven
painful seconds until I reach the top.
Swiftly I
raise the baton at it reaches the first guards helmet, one second.
He’s not
out for the count.
The second
guard wraps his leather arms around me, trapping my torso and lifting me up.
Mistake.
I lash out
at the first guard with both my feet.
He topples
over the edge, thud, three seconds.
I flip the
second guard over my head; he hits the floor after one second, thud.
It takes me
another sparing second to stamp on his head.
Broken
neck.
Descending
the ladders, seven seconds.
My partner
grins at me.
The big
prisoner jumps from halfway down the ladders, blood on his face.
Sneak
around the tower.
Get to the
cabin door, slowly open it, creak, two seconds.
The warden
is asleep.
My partner
creeps in and accurately steals a set of keys from her desk.
Leaves the
cabin after eight seconds.
Quickly
stride to the gates.
Open them.
Creak.
Shoulder to
shoulder, my partner and I taste freedom.
He beams at
me before a gunshot.
Blood
trickles down my partners face, staining gleeful expression as it turns to
stone.
My smile evaporates.
Thud.
I get
picked up by the large prisoner and he runs, thrown in a van.
Despair.
Engine
erupts into life.
Escape in
Two Minutes.
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