No One gets Left Behind (Adopted from ZecoriTheWeirdOne)

Chapter 13 (29)

"There are 3 main sections to the compound, as far as we can tell, the academic sector, the management sector and the accommodation. The prison cells aren't labelled. There are 5 of us, so if Syra heads to the first area, and me to the third, that would leave you three to go through management," Jace explained.

"How long until they realise we're there?" Xisuma asked.

"5, 10 minutes tops. Possible longer with these - they could help you gain access to some areas but they might alert them to your location."

Grian stared at the masks Jace was holding up, watching as Netty and Xisuma both grabbed one each, feeling the familiar object be pressed into his hands, holding it for a few seconds before pushing it into the furthest slot on his Hotbar.

"I'm not wearing it unless I have to," Grian warned, tearing his gaze away, looking at Netty and Xisuma.

"Minimum casualties." They both nodded in agreement, watching as Grian punched in the coordinates to the end portal, the five of them quickly jumping into the inky black depths, landing next to the edge of the obsidian platform. Grian used his wings to steady himself, cautiously peering over the edge, feeling a pair of hands push him into the void. He felt himself tumble, growing colder and colder as he crept nearer and nearer to inevitable death, his heart thundering in his chest at an erratatic pace.

He tried to open his wings, feeling a sharp stab of pain as he fell further, his eyes wide as he turned upwards, making out the words 'trust the fall' coming from someone, but at that point he wasn't listening, pure adrenaline fueling his actions as he felt yet another sharp stab of pain. He struggled, attempting to glide out using his wings but instead feeling them fail, the coldness of the void making it hard to move. His eyesight was blurring, but he could still make out about 5 other figures falling. He closed his eyes, expecting to fall to his death, barely able to focus enough to remember that this wasn't set as his home server, meaning he couldn't respawn. He felt his mind suddenly jolt back to normal, landing on the floor suddenly.

He stumbled up, shaking hard as he glanced at Netty and Xisuma, both of whom where managing to I get up. Grian glanced at a sign, one that read 'ᒲᔑリᔑ⊣ᒷᒲᒷリℸ' with '∴⍑|| ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ⎓⚍ᓵꖌ ᔑ∷ᒷ ||𝙹⚍ ℸ ̣ ∷ᔑリᓭꖎᔑℸ ̣ ╎リ⊣ ℸ ̣ ⍑╎ᓭ' written below.

"We're in management," Grian stated, looking around. "Which is the largest area, and while it has the least chance of us being found, the ones who find us will be the most dangerous. So we can either split up or stick together."

"I vote for stick together," Xisuma said, Netty murmuring her agreement. Grian nodded, leaning around the corner as he focused his magic on a small field surrounding his hand, a look of concentration on his face.

"No entities in the surrounding 50 blocks. We're safe for now, but no Pearl. This area's ruled out," Grian told them, glancing around, following the signs. Xisuma and Netty followed, all of them silent as they walked down the long hallway, bare of any doors. It seemed like a waste of space, inefficient, but hey - Grian wasn't here to criticise their secret base.

Grian flinched, feeling his back prickle uncomfortably as he instantly turned around, obsidian sword out, pushing it into solid flesh that materialised as the body fell to the floor, crumpling to the ground. Grian felt sick as he looked away, the body disappearing into dust.

"They'll respawn, right?" Grian asked, Xisuma nodding after a moment of hesitation.

"I'd imagine so... I can't believe that's a good thing. Especially as this isn't our home server, so we won't." Grian nodded slowly, placing a hand on the floor, his eyes lightening slightly to a pale shade of purple, shaking slightly.

"She's on the floor below, but I can't break through," Grian told them, gritting his teeth. "Walls are watcher proofed, makes sense, but frustrating."

"They assume only watchers can get here?" Xisuma questioned, Grian only shrugging in response.

"I'd imagine so, why?"

Xisuma didn't respond, green energy swelling in his hands as he directed it towards the floor, the quartz shattering onto the below floor, this one the exact same as the one they were on before. Netty and Xisuma jumped down first, followed by Grian a few seconds later, glancing up at the destruction above.

"They're going to know something's wrong," Netty pointed out, raising an eyebrow as she surveyed the damage. "We just blew a massive hole in their floor, I feel like they'd be slightly pissed about that."

"In all fairness, they kinda did a bit more than destroy a floor," Grian answered, following Netty's gaze. "I doubt they'd mind us making a 3x3 hole in a hallway."

"What if we make it a 4x4 hole?" Xisuma asked, smirking as green energy started to build again, sending it smashing into the ceiling again, making the hole wider.

"I think it would have to be a 10x10 hole minimum to compensate for the damage," Netty said, smirking as another blast resonated through the corridor.

"Now let's run," Grian said, stifling laughter as he felt the giddyness he normally felt after a stupid prank he would pull on Mumbo.

"Have we just pranked the watchers?" Xisuma asked, laughing by the time they reached the end of the corridor, his smile fading when he saw a door.

'Cell 725'

Surprisingly it was in English, but Grian barely read the sign, too focused on the muffled cries he could hear from behind, glancing at Xisuma and Netty before pushing open the door violently, feeling his arms crash together behind him only seconds later, smashed against the door.

"Damn it," Grian muttered.