Finding Death

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Nomad

So.

I never want to come back to Mexico- that's if I ever get to leave. Currently, I'm pacing back and forth in a cell inside a Mexican Police Station. A few feet away there's those two US Marshals, feet up at a desk waiting for extradition paperwork to come through.

My phone is on that desk too and it's been ringing off the hook for ages. I know it's Sam because who else is it going to be? By the sound of it, he's left yet another voicemail.

"Are you going to let me answer that?" I ask, leaning on the cell bars. They'll expect me to be hardcore, ruthless, uncaring- I'm trying my best to appear so. "The ringing is starting to bother me."

"Shut up," the tall one growls at me. That's kinda rude.

"Aren't I meant to have a phone call anyway?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Shut your mouth or I'll shut it for you," the one who's ribs I cracked drawls. I tell him to piss off, sticking my tongue out behind his head. I'm bored of this place already- I need to find a way out of here.

The question is: how?

*

I've figured it out. The two US Marshals have just gone to take a call from someone who sounds very important from the very little I can hear. Therefore, I'm left in the company of a few Mexican Officers. One of them is playing on his phone, and a woman is making coffee in the corner.

I know I can easily escape the cell- there's a knife in my inside pocket I could use to pick the lock, or I could break it down- however it's the getting out of the building where the problem lies. If someone tases me again I am very much done for. Apparently, electricity is an issue for me.

Anyway, back to the figuring out part: remember that switchblade I owned with the EMP in it? Well, I still own it. And I'm hoping that the EMP will work on the tasers and semi-automatics in the room. One can only hope.

The moment that no one's looking at me, I press the button on the switchblade. The first one I press doesn't do anything, so I choose another one and this time the lights go out almost instantly. Thank the Lord. Two out of five of the officers leave, presumably to check on the electric situation. Three I can take on easily.

With one strike the door comes down in front of me. I flick the blade out on my knife, stabbing it into the jugular of the first officer that approaches me. Front-flipping over his falling body, I land on the desk and snatch my phone before rolling off and on to my feet. Neither of them wants to approach me, and the female is radioing for backup. Or, rather, try to- her radio isn't working. Whoops.

"¿Quién quiere probar primero?" I smirk, opening and closing the knife. The leftover male legs it- literally turns tail without looking back. The female automatically gulps, failing to hide her anxiety. She knows she can't win.

"Si te vas ahora, no te lastimarás." I tell her, flicking out the blade again.

She considers it for a moment before moving out of the way of the door. Victory! "Vamos," she says sharply. "Antes de que cambie de opinión."