When the alarm sounded, they knew they could run anywhere but home. Home was comforting at a time like this, but was very, very bad. Running home would mean anyone following could find them and if they were found, it would be very, very bad. Therefore, Jasmine and Matt took off in the direction from which they had come.
The guards, unfortunatly, were coming from that direction too, as it was the direction where the guardhouses were. Jasmine and Matt ran down a street in an attempt to get back to and over the wall to the woods, but were blocked by advancing guards. They backpedaled and ran straight into the arms of more officers. Struggling, Jasmine managed to stab one of them in the leg, who quickly knocked the weapon from her hands.
Matt, whose hands were already secured behind him, tried to kick the officer who held Jasmine in the head. Before his foot reached the man's head, an energy cuff was secured around his feet, making him fall to the ground. Jasmine was also securly detained, and the both of them were carried to the nearby guardhouse.
This guardhouse wasn't just a guardhouse that kept officers, but was more a small military base. In such a large city, it was definatly needed.
The prisoners were uncerimoniously thrown into the back of a tarp covered truck, which started up and was driving away before the two could process what was happening. From the front, a massive man came and sat down on a bench opposite the corner where Jasmine and Matt lay in crumpled heaps. When Matt tried to ask something, the large man slammed the butt of his equally large gun into Matt's arm that was raised to block his face. After that experience, the two prisoners were content to talk in voices barely heard by either of them.
Sometime later, the truck stopped and a helmeted head came in through the back. He nodded towards the guard who stood and saluted back.
"Prisoners?" The head asked.
"Yes, sir. Breaking curfew, handeling dang-"
"Yes, yes. Are these the two who attacked the base?"
"I have no inf-"
"Take them to the interogation rooms and have them wait there." The head disappeared. The truck started moving again.
"Jasmine," Matt whispered, "remember nothing, I will talk. If we are split, say nothing."
Jasmine nodded; she knew that his quick mind already had a plan formulated.
The truck stopped and they were dragged out and forced to take small quick steps with the energy cuffs to keep up with the guards' long strides. Passing through the doors of the large complex, Matt and Jasmine were taken through twisting hallways and down multiple sets of stairs. At a check point, the guard gave the two escorts a piece of paper.
"Question the boy first, lock the girl up here," he said.
Matt breathed a small sigh of relief as Jasmine's guard pushed her towards a cell door. He unfastened her wrists and disabled the energy cuff around her ankles. Quick as a flash, she kneed him in the nose and tried to run. The guard, however, was not fazed and grabbed Jasmine's lengthy blond hair, opened the cell and threw her in. Unable to regain her balance or stop herself, Jasmine ran head first into the oppising wall. Her vision became dark and cloudy; reality was put on hold. She barely heard Matt being taken away, and didn't fully recover until about half an hour later when her head stopped ringing. Then she just sat there until footsteps were heard running down the hallway. Jasmine got up off the floor and was startled by a red faced Matt, who was panting.
"Jasmine, I don't have much time, I'm going to try to get you out." Matt began to pick the lock with a scrap piece of wire he found. The lock could not be opened. Shouts were heard from the direction from which he came. He kept looking nervously in that direction and then focusing intensly on the lock.
"Matt, just go."
"Not without you, I won't," he replied. The shouts were louder and pounding footsteps were heard.
"You silly fool, run!"
Matt gave her a pleading look. "I'll be back for you. Remember, don't tell them anything, safer for you."
"You still remember how to get out?" she asked.
"I always remember you fool." Matt said as he played with a lock of her straight hair.
"Prove it."
The guards rounded the corner.
"I love you Jasmine." Matt said, giving her hair one last playful tug before he ran.
Several guards barreled past Jasmine moments after Matt had started his mad dash through the twists and turns of this labyrinth that he had completly memorized.
After waiting hours for any sign that Matt had made it out alive, Jasmine was done pacing and laid down to give her throbbing head a rest from having to direct her feet. Moments later, a man, obviously in the military profession, stormed into her cell flanked by patrol officers.
"Who are you, what did you do and why? How did your friend get out of here so fast? How was he able to disarm all the alarms? Who is he for that-"
"Sir, one question at a time, you're getting ahead of yourself again," one of the officers said.
"Quite right, quite right. Bring her along," he said vaguely motioning to Jasmine.
The officers grabbed her arms and pulled Jasmine to her feet, leading her behind the man in charge.
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