The Diaries of The Secret Keeper

Part 1: Chapter 4

The belief lasted exactly 227 seconds

It took 226 seconds for everything to go to hell.

We walked into a crowded room that was filled with chaos. It looked like the center of a high security prison. The room was circle with cells lining the walls. I quickly looked up to see countless levels of cells lining the walls the roof was hard to see, it had to have at least 13 floors if not more. There was a massive fight going on in the center of the room. I heard the leader curse into his ear piece. I couldn't make out the words, my ears were ringing from the gunshots. It took me exactly one second to realize how much danger I was in following these strangers through a riot, but there was no turning back now. 

I felt adrenaline pump through my body as we ran through the room, dodging weapons and trying to avoid the major fights. My mind cleared and everything around me slowed down. All I could focus on was thump of my feet on the cold concrete. I tried not to turn my head as the twin on my right caught a guard's hand, snatching the knife from it and forcefully sticking it into the guard's neck. The twin on my left seemed to have more of a preference for using his guns as he fired at everything in a uniform.

It took us exactly 232 seconds to reach the other end as we ducked into the doorway the leader nodded at the shooter on the second level of the prison who seemed to fire at everything in our path easily releasing 500 bullets in the 232 seconds it took us to cross the room. I averted my eyes as the shooter stared at me questioningly.

I tried to ignore the fighting around us, focusing solely on not tripping over my aching muscles. It was almost like a dream, like I was hallucinating the world around me. The only thing that felt real was the rough ground against my feet. I had a terrifying feeling that any moment I would wake up back in my cell alone. I tried to shake myself out of my thoughts as I saw Zod moving. 

I followed Zod out of the centre, into the maze of hallways;

Right, 315 feet right, 1225 feet left, third right, up a flight of stairs, two doors down a left, up another flight of stairs, 572 feet left, 630 feet right. Around the third turn the fighting seemed to thin out, we encountered the occasional guard who the twins took out with practiced ease, but most hallways were empty. 

We ran the whole way till we finally reached a steel door blocking our path. It was the first door we encountered that didn't slide open the moment we approached. Zod was whispering furiously in the angriest tone I've heard in a long time. He pulled at his hair roughly with his free hand, clearly frustrated. I was surprised that his hair was resilient against his rough pulls.

The twins were examining the door, looking over it with trained proficiency; they worked gracefully and with precision as if they've done it a million times before.

I was surprised that they were having so much trouble with such a simple door. I subtly scooted around Zod who was too busy scolding whoever was on the other end of the earpiece to notice me moving. I laid my hand on the steel door. I was slightly wrong it was made out of a tungsten steel alloy, it would be almost impossible to bust open without heavy duty equipment but the access pad on the other hand might be useful.

 I caught sight of the label on the bottom of the pad and almost instantly I pictured a blueprint of it. It was a simple signal controlled Dalton access padlock. It could be overridden easily, if they broke it open, using their guns to break the seal, un-screwed the emergency jam lock, removed the receiver and rewired around the closing mechanism.

I waited for them to figure it out. I wasn't to keen in helping them and it gave me a moment to catch my breath and try to still my shaking hands. After 2.82 minutes of waiting while they failed at figuring it out I gave up. I figured that their escape was in my best interest, every second spent in this hallway was another chance at being thrown back into isolation. I silently walked up behind Zod, who was getting really into it with whoever was on the other side of his communication device. Before I could talk my self out of it, or start hyperventilating at being in proximity to a person, I swiftly pulled his gun out of his side holster, and took a step back.