16th October 2013, Portland, B Class Security Prison
The metal gates slammed shut as the prison transit van sped out, escorted by two firearms patrol cars with flashing blue lights. Inside it was locked one of Britain's worst criminals: a recently convicted murderer nicknamed the Reaper by the tabloids. He was alone, except from one armed guard and a CCTV camera, but despite his predicament, he sat stiffly and proudly with a straight back. As the van drove off the prison cobblestones and onto the smooth tarmac of the road, the guard finally caught a glimpse of the inmate's face. The face was coldly handsome, clear and defined with high cheek bones and a prominent jaw. His mouth was set in a cruel smirk and his eyes glinted with evil intent and fathomless menace.
Only two days ago, the court had found him guilty of twelve counts of murder across the UK and had sentenced him to life in maximum security with no hope of retrial. He was also recharged with violent assault, the reason he was in prison in the first place. He was now destined to journey to Milton Keynes A Class Security Prison, where he would spend the rest of his life.
As the van sped over the causeway from Portland to Weymouth, another patrol car joined the escort convoy, heading for the junction at the end of the causeway.
The first two police cars arrived at the junction as the lights turned to green. As the transit van crossed the junction, a red Ford Transit van sped towards it from the side. It entered the junction and smashed into the rear end of the prison van in a huge explosion of torn metal and burning rubber.
Sirens wailed as the police officers rushed to the scene of the collision and dragged the limp figure of the driver out of his window in a desperate bid to rescue him before the smoke pouring from the crumpled bonnet developed into a roaring blaze. The fire engines screamed to the crash as ambulances wailed in the distance. The thump of a police helicopter vibrated through the air.
Police officers in full protective gear gathered around the wrecked rear end of the prison transit vehicle in a desperate bid to drag the crashed car away from it and free the prisoner and his guard from inside. But before the first fire engine could arrive, the smoke pouring from the engine of the Ford seemed to explode outwards as the first flames began to lick the crash site. Even as the first fire truck arrived the metalwork of the two vehicles buckled and exploded as the Ford's fuel tank caught fire. The gathered rescue services were forced to move away from the wreckage by clouds of deep, black smoke.
On the inside of the van, choking smoke began to fill the cabin. Taking advantage of the lack of visibility, the inmate inside shoulder slammed the guard to the wall and smashed the chain of his handcuffs into the guards throat. As the guard gave his last dying breaths, the Reaper gave another cruel push and the chain cut through the guards throat. Blood spurted out in a pressurised jet, soaking the Reaper's prison attire. He reached down to the guard's hip and pulled the Glock pistol from it's side holster. He crawled through the van, beneath the thick smoke, to the rear end.
On the outside, the petrol engine of the Ford finally exploded, blasting the entire rear wall of the prison van off and onto the road. Flames took hold over the frames of both vehicles, despite the firefighter's feeble attempts to put it out. Using the steam and the smoke as cover, the Reaper slipped away from the crash, leaving the burning prison van empty, save from the lonely corpse inside.
