Redeemers

Chapter 4: the Escape

Annora ducks as the table she threw crashes through the two-way mirror. She didn't know if it would actually make it through, but it would seem that Vandrin forgot to make one thing bullet prof. She hears shouts from a tiny room on the other side. It had become obvious they did not seem to want to send in backup for their men or come in the room to further interrogate her. She got tiered of waiting, so she acted. The table was lighter than expected when she picked it up and it ripped through the glass as though it was only paper.

When the glass stops falling, she gets off the ground as fast as possible and leaps through the window. She takes in her surroundings. Vandrin is on the floor under the table she threw, men are staring at him, each of them white as paper. None of them have even noticed that she has entered the room, they all stare at a groaning Vandrin who lies on the floor. A gun lies beside him.

Annora quickly snatches it off the ground while she still has the element of surprise. She switches to mode to stun, but not before switching the color cartridges of the resulting static electricity.

She lifts the gun and fires at the nearest man. A red streak erupts from the barrel of the gun and the man falls. Every other person in the room drops to the ground. A panel on the side opens revealing the exit from the room and unleashing five security guards. Annora runs toward the men before anyone else in the room can regain their senses. The men lift their weapons and begin to fire. Red shots zing through the room and unlike everyone else she knows that these can actually kill. She fires five shots and with each one a man falls. The wall remains open and she dashes through it. The corridor is clear, for now. Those men will come eventually, though. Annora quickly locates the iron door and starts to run back to the original central corridor.

She wishes she could have had longer to fully case the place, but she knows that at this point there is nothing she can do but run. She manages to reach the corridor without any complications, but she realizes that that will soon end. Three groups of guards begin to converge on her location, cutting off all her exits. She looks around frantic to find any options to find a way out. The only thing that she can think of is probably suicide, but it would seem that she has no choice. She doesn't hesitate a second longer. She tucks the gun in her black pants then she vaults over the landing, and last second grabs onto the lip of the corridor. Red blasts follow in her wake and shouts ring around the huge bowl. Alarms start to scream. Chances of escaping now have gone from slim to none, well almost.

Annora looks up to see several faces peering down at her, each one accompanied by a gun. She swings herself down to the corridor beneath her before any get the chance to shoot. She hits the ground running. Anyone who crosses her path is stunned. She keeps running until something catches her eye. A control room, now empty of it's guards, all attempting to secure Vandrin perhaps? She doesn't care, they're gone, that is all that matters. 

 Those control rooms are how cells are locked and opened. If she gets into the control room and releases the other prisoners she can help save them and they can give her a better chance of getting out alive. It almost seems too easy. She cautiously walks up to the door and pulls it open, putting the door between her and whatever is inside. The second the door is open red shots fly from within the room, so hiding not gone. The shooting stops. She doesn't dare peek her head around the door. She waits patiently when a man rounds the corner of the door. She lifts the gun to his temple and she whispers as menacingly as possible, "Drop the gun, or I will shoot."

The man freezes, but he does not drop the gun. Nausea rises like the tides in the pit of her stomach as the man begins to quiver in fear. She can almost see herself standing in his stead, scared, innocent, and far to young to die. She shakes the image from her thoughts. This man is not innocent, he would not hesitate to hold this gun to her head. She presses the gun harder against his temple even as her stomach tightens in nauseating waves. The gun clatters when he drops it.