And When Our Children Tell Our Story [On hiatus until I pull my life together]

Chapter 3

Alex's PoV

I watch Laf and Herc a they approach and board the yacht. I got rid of the dress two days ago, decided it was unnecessary when I woke up the morning after our chat in the restaurant. I've kept my hair up and let Maria put light make up on me, but I broke the high heels and threw them into the water. There's no way anyone could ever make me wear those things again. So now I'm dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a plain black shirt. "How'd it go boys?" I ask.

"Eet was fine. Nozing new to report, ze same guard changes and such." Lafayette says. I nod.

"John! C'mon, our shift!" I call. I walk out of the cabin and down the gangplank, John falling into step behind me. We put on our usual facade of a straight couple not going to spy on a prison, and walk around the city, taking fifteen minutes to get to our place near the jail so we don't arouse suspicion. We make our way through the woods outside the prison. Is it incredibly dangerous to always be this close? Yeah. We have the last shift of the day and the sun is set and evening has fallen. It's peaceful. I hate it. The night shifts are boring. Nothing's going on. The morning shifts are more fun. People are actually out then. The morning shifts are from ten to twelve in the morning, night shifts from seven to nine. 

"Peaceful isn't it?" John asks, scooting a little closer to me. I nod absentmindedly, my focus directed at the prison. I watch as an officer I recognize walks around the outside perimeter. It's Madison, he was one of my guards while I was here. I note he's carrying an M1911 pistol and taser. He didn't have the taser yesterday, and I didn't see him this morning. There was a bit of ruckus around eleven thirty. Bet someone tried to escape, but unsuccessfully, or I would have known about it. One more thing to take into account for when we launch our attack in a few days. Okay.

"They're carrying tasers. Keep that in mind." I whisper to John.

"Someone must have tried to escape." He finishes. I nod.

"Precisely. They'll be wary for the next few days. We'll have to take that into account. I'll have to re-do my calculations to compensate for it." I mutter. I take note of a spot where a corner of one of the pure white bricks is missing. Could just be an accident or could be a weak spot. Aka a strike point. I'll keep an eye on it. I inspect the wall from our distance of a few dozen yards away. Nothing's out of the ordinary. I notice a few small cracks in an area that I labeled as 'not structurally sound' the moment I saw it on my very first shift. It's the perfect strike point. If we take out just a one foot section of it, it'll open up a hole in the wall just big enough for someone around John's height to get through, as long as they duck. I count five new cracks, all ranging between an inch to three inches long. That's good, for us at least. I scan the fence, checking the positions of the extra cameras that have been installed and the large lights. The top of the fence has also received a new layer of barbed wire on top of the spikes already there. They're taking every precaution they can, yet they underestimate me. If they really wanted to stop me, they would need to set up guards around the entire perimeter permanently, have cameras every two feet, have three dozen heavy-duty locks that have a six-digit combinations on every door, and a few military tanks aimed at the sky, ready to take out a helicopter. At the moment though, I lack said helicopter. What a disappointment. I want a helicopter, it's so OP. I'm so OP. It's honestly sad how they think a few extra cameras and guards can stop me. It's going to be fun when I storm this place, guns blazing. The looks on their faces as I shoot them, the disbelief. They think they're safe. Nobody is safe from me.

"Hey, you okay?" John whispers, looking faintly disturbed. I realize that I have a maniacal grin on my face and I quickly wipe it off.

"Yeah. Just thinking." I say. "Nothing you need to concern yourself with." There's a bit of an edge to my voice that I don't bother to try to conceal. I don't care if I hurt his 'feelings', whatever those are. He signed up for this, he says he loves me, well now is the time to prove that love by sticking with me. I wish we had shovels. Then we could tunnel from here directly into the prison. Then I wouldn't have to worry about anything. The only concern would be that it caves in or someone finds it, but I'm too smart for those to happen. I'd be a lot easier if we had shovels. But I also kinda want to go in with guns blazing, not sneak in. People who aren't smart enough to get past the 'security measures' sneak in. Not those of us who can get past them. But tactically, it would be nice to have some shovels. But we don't need them. I sigh slightly and cross my legs in front of me, biting back a loud groan of boredom. I hate taking the night shifts. Nothing ever happens during them.

Finally got it out. I'm going to go work on the next chapter now bc I finally know exactly what's going to happen.

-Bottomless