Mystery story

Chapter 1 : The Escape

Looking at the clock inside the tiny cell I sighed.

"Any second now." I whispered to myself before a knock on the bars interrupted my thoughts.

"Quinn." The guard called out to me exactly at 6 pm as usual. " Dinner's arrived."

"Thanks, Oscar." I thanked him. He gave me a firm nod and I immediately realized why my plate was overflowing instead of the usual flat portion.

"When it strikes 8, be ready. New cell mate coming in." Oscar said to be before continuing the food distribution.

I stirred the mash on my plate with my fork before hearing a 'clink' sound. "Gotcha." I whispered.

Peering through the gap, I scanned the hallway before I scurried back onto my bed. Taking the metal box from underneath the mash, I opened it.

A coded tag and a mini bomb. Just as Oscar and I discussed. I placed the bomb underneath the mattress and tucked the tag into my pocket.

I continued to eat my dinner and wait for two hours to pass by.

"Quinn," Oscar called out as he unlocked the door. "Your new cellmate, Alexis." he points out to a girl beside him.

She's probably in her early 30's, short brown hair, blue eyes.

"Hi," I said to her, only receiving a dirty look in response.

"Sheesh," I grumbled to myself. Sitting back down onto the bed and distinctly pressing the timer button.

5 Minutes.

"Time for your weekly checkup, Quinn," Oscar said.

Hinting that we had to leave, I quickly stood up and glanced at Alexis.

"This is yours," I said as I handed her the band that had my prisoner number. But she doesn't need to know that.

I followed Oscar out of the cell and down into the basement.

"All the cameras are paused. No need to worry." He assured me.

"Nivea's outside waiting for you." He said as we rounded the corner.

"Hurry!" He rushed as he opened the metal door with a clank.

A rush of wind brushed my face as I stepped out into the old night, Oscar closely behind me.

"There are only 3 minutes left," he said as he glanced down onto his phone.

We bid each other goodbye and I thanked him.

Rushing into the familiar black SUV in front of me, I saw my best friend Nivea in the passenger seat.

"Go, Vea!" I rushed. "Chit chat later!"

She pressed her foot down onto the pedal and we drove away quickly from the premises. Once in the forest closest to the prison, a loud boom could be heard.

Nivea hands me a disposable phone, "It's Oscar." She quickly glanced over and then looks back ahead into the road.

"I'm fine, only the west wing blew up." The message read.

"Phew." I sighed.