The Principles of a Grand Hunt // Part 1 - A Cars Story

Prologue II - Carried Out to Perfection

There was a loud bang on the cell door later that afternoon into the evening. Clearly Nettes and Damian had company.

"Dinner time, sleepy-hoods!" Jacobs yelled outside of the cell, banging on it once more.

"Wake up, Damian. Wake up." Nettes whispered.

"Gah! I'm not leaking, I swear!" Damian awoke, jumping up.

"C'mon, Damian. We'd better listen to the guard and not be late." Nettes said, picking him up onto his tires and looking at Jacobs for his response.

Jacobs stared at the two criminals, entering the cell and watching their every move with suspicion.

"We don't have all day. C'mon." Jacobs exclaimed, whipping out towing chains for restraint.

"But can't I have five more minutes?" Damian asked as he was attached to a chain.

"Quiet, Damian." Nettes whispered as his chain was attached.

"Move it! Cafeteria, now!" Jacobs yelled, tugging on their chains.

"Okay, fine!" Damian said.

Jacobs pulled the two criminals out of their cell and lead the way to the cafeteria.

"Okay, our plan of escape starts now. We'll just have to find the other two." Nettes whispered as he and Damian made their way over to the cafeteria.

Once they arrived, they were parked in their same spots as lunch, Jacobs removing their chains. Joining them shortly after would be Devon, Sven and their accompanying guard. The four didn't speak a word for a few minutes until the coast was clear.

"Nettes." Devon greeted, nodding his hood.

"6:30." Nettes responded.

"What?" Devon asked.

"It's 6:25. At 6:30, they'll line us up to serve dinner. There, we'll commence the plan." Nettes said.

"Straight to business. I like it. So what's the plan? Becoming relevant again?" Devon quipped.

"No. It's getting out of here. Once we're in line for dinner, I want one of you to cause a fight." Nettes said.

"What? Why?" Damian asked.

"We're not trying to assert dominance. We're trying to break out." Devon quipped.

"And that's precisely why we'll need to cause a fight." Nettes said.

"Remind me why again?" Devon asked sarcastically.

"Ugh. We'll need to draw all the guards we can to this room. The best way of doing that is to start a fight." Nettes affirmed.

"No, the best way is to start a riot." Devon corrected.

"Exactly what I'm intending. If we make enough of them angry, they'll start to riot. If it gets big enough, the guards will get involved. Once they do, it's just a matter of sneaking out." Nettes said.

"But that'll be impossible. One of us is sure to be hurt, or even killed." Devon disputed.

"Relax. All we have to do is come out the way we came in." Nettes explained.

"Hey!" Jacobs barked, charging over.

"Oh no. Mr. Buzzkill caught wind." Sven perked up.

"Act natural." Nettes said.

Jacobs stopped at the foot of the table, staring aggressively at the four criminals.

"Any problem, sir?" Nettes asked.