The Ludicrous Escapade Pt.3

Amphibious Rain

"Once we get through this door, there's a hallway. The hallway eventually leads to the factory and the men's ward. On the right hand wall, there are windows where you can look into the courtyard. Beyond that, you can see a revolving door. That's the gate to the courtyard." Weather Report put a hand on the hunk of metal that separated you all from your destination. "That gate isn't locked, but how will we open this door? Should we bust it open with our Stands?"

You unceremoniously dumped Lang Wrangler's body into a pile of dirty laundry. Although, not before looting his body. "Maybe we could use this Lang Wrangler fellow's work pass. Trick some guards into opening the door."

"Good idea. Then we can knock those guards out and get to the courtyard." Jolyne held a hand out toward you, "(Y/N), could you pass me the card?"

"Sure." You tossed it over.

"I understand this is the only way, but you two do realize that you'll probably be sentenced to solitary confinement for at least half a year..." Weather wanted to make sure you all understood the risks.

"I don't mind. Going to the Courtyard and giving my dad's disc to someone from the Speedwagon Foundation is my only life goal right now." Jolyne put her ear against the door, signaling for the rest of you to be silent. "I hear the guard's footsteps coming."

"It would be easier to take any other enemies by surprise if they don't know I'm here. I'll hide for now." So Weather Report walked over to some more oil drums to chillax behind for the time being.

Jolyne got down on her knees and started knocking on the door.

"What happened? Why are you hitting the door?" Your ears perked up at the somewhat familiar voice, although the door did muffle it somewhat. 

Jolyne stuck in the work pass before motioning for you to pass over Wrangler's mask. You first had to peel it off his bloody face, but she was able to use it on the rather crap quality camera that was there for identification purposes.

"Lang Wrangler? Is it you? What happened? What is the commotion?" You and Jolyne waited on opposite sides of the door as it parted, ready to pummel whoever entered. Both of you were surprised to see a priest emerge from the other side. "If you're returning to the men's ward, Lang Wrangler, won't you accompany me to the chapel? I need to have a word with you..." He looked to his left and spotted you, "(Y/N)? What are you doing here?"

"You know this guy?" Jolyne wondered if that could be used to your advantage. She didn't really want to knock out a priest.

Pucci's eyes darted to Jolyne, only now realizing that she was here, too. "Why are you pretending to be the prisoner Lang Wrangler? Where is he?"

"I know we don't know each other, but I'm asking you to believe that I'm not lying." Jolyne put a hand over her heart, being as sincere as she could. "We were assaulted by that prisoner. It was self defense. He's in the laundry basket over there, unconscious."

"Is this true, (Y/N)?"

You nodded firmly. "Yes. It's true, Father Pucci." You noticed him glancing at the lever that would activate the alarm. "Please at least wait to report us. Someone's life is on the line and this is the only way to save it. To save someone else, is that not a righteous enough cause to break a few of this prison's rules?"

He let out a long sigh. It was clear you were using his words against him. "I suppose you're right. And are you two the only ones here?"

Jolyne glanced over at the oil barrel Weather Report was hiding behind. "Yeah. It's just us." She figured a tiny little lie like that was something that could be forgiven.