The Viper

The Escape

Red Room 2012

Today was the day I would escape. Years of planning and research would finally come into play.

My cell was located on the 3rd floor of the west tower. Granted I don't know how many floors are in the red room, but the label of 3 outside the hallway is self-explanatory.

My roommate, Valarie was supposed to escape with me, but she passed away a couple weeks ago after a failed mission of taking out an American man who was scoping out KGB and Hydra bases. He got a little too close to Hydra who had grown to be our ally, so they sent her in to take him down. But after reports of her going missing and the man being a Hydra assassin on a mission, we decided to not interfere and allow Hydra to continue they're schemes.

I ran my hands through my auburn Brown/red hair and threw it up into a high bun. Getting up out of my bed and going over to the only small mirror we were given, and wiped the sleep out of my blue eyes, and then changed into black leggings and  a black sports bra, so I could move around easily. 

It was currently 4am, 1 hour before our usual wake up time.  That gives me plenty of time to work out all the steps to my escape plan. As I sat in my single twin size bed that was as hard as the winter floor, I pondered in which moment I would reach for the door and use what I had up my sleeve.

Last night I got smart and begun my plan in a seamless direction. Starting with the finger pad key. As the officers were leaving the dining hall during supper, I kept a close eye on one of them and watched as he lay his thumb on the pad to open the doors and grant him an easy exit. Using the oldest spy trick in the book, I took a singular piece of tape I had stolen from our craft time (I know craft time, what even are we a summer camp??) and walked my way over pretending to get another plate. I stood in front of the line by the keypad, and after my food made its way to my tray, I "slipped" and fell and using the tape hidden in my palm, successfully got the thumb print to transfer. I may have gotten in major trouble for making a mess, but if it means my escape, I'll do anything.

At exactly 4:02am I made my move towards the keypad on my cell lock. I placed the tape on the pad, and viola, freedom. I decided to be as silent as possible, given that most of the guards were up and at em, beginning to make their rounds.

My only hope was to play a game of roulette and pick the best hallway with the fewest men and make my escape. I quickly made a sharp left turn down the all black hallway and headed towards the stairs.

I was approached by 2 guards who thought they could take me down. I ran towards the first guard and used my legs to jump up and wrap myself around his neck, cutting off his breathing. After a few seconds of silence, he was down and I moved on to the next guard who had a knife in hand ready to go. I had to make sure that I took out the guards as quietly as possible to avoid more suspicion in this area. 

I came at the guard from his right and dodged his stabbing attempts. As he went to switch the knife to his left hand from his right, I met him halfway and took the knife in my hands and went straight up, stabbing him through the skull.

After my brutal killings, I headed for the stairs, taking out a few guards along the way. Suddenly the alarms blared, and I knew I had more company coming.

As I made my way to what looked like an airplane hanger, I was confused to where exactly I would end up if I got out. I reached the door that led to the outside. Locked. I tried to open it with my pure body weight and it was not budging.

I looked to my right and saw the armory. I opened the door and grabbed a grenade. I pulled the plug out and hid behind the armory door and waited for it to go off

A few seconds later it went off, opening the door. I ran through the exit and was bombarded with a gust of wind that nearly knocked me out.

I looked around and realized I was in the air. The reason why the red room was so hidden was because no one would ever look in midair to find it.

Now I'm faced with a whole new question. How the hell am I supposed to get off this thing?

As I pondered this, I took a look around to see one singular parachute left. I made a right turn and grabbed it as fast as I could. Knowing that the guards were closing in I had to just make my move. 

Guards were pouring out of the exits firing at me and I realized I still had my tracker in, so I had to take care of that first.

I ran into cover behind another door way. I prepared myself for the pain I was about to endure and just went for it. Using my bare hands, I went for the tracker in my leg and screamed in pain as I was able to rip it out of my own flesh, still being fired at.

I took the parachute and strapped it to my back. My irrational fear of heights wasn't helping right about now, knowing this was the only way out, I jumped without thinking about it.

I screamed.

I cried.

But I was free. Free falling to the ground, I took a moment to think about what I had just done.

I was jumping from the place that made my life a living hell, and the place that tore me from a life worth living.