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You think for a few minutes, pacing. “Way I see it, we can take out the control room, but even that might bring too much attention. Doing that’d get us a much easier escape, but...with Vivi handling the other pens, I don’t think she can take out the guards from here, even with those cool mind powers.”
Correct. You jump a foot, Vivi’s voice intruding on your brain, albeit politely. I would be able to do it at close range, but not from here, and not without catching attention. When I pass by to get to the other pens, I’ll do what I can, but you’re better off not waiting on that. If you’ve come all the way from the cell blocks, people are going to notice soon. You can’t waste much time.
You swallow and relay this information, continuing your pacing.
“Right, so that’s out...what if we just...go around?”
“Go around?” Nelson’s ears perk up a bit.
“Yeah, we go around the back.” You take the map from Chance and point. “We take the long way around, but we hurry. There’s plenty of cover and we’d be able to run through without having to stealth it out as much.”
“Could work.” Dwayne thinks about it. “Yeah, could work. You’re right in that we’ll have to book it to make it worth it, but it’s safer than cutting directly across the floor, especially if Vivi takes out the control room on her own way out.”
“I’m for it.” Chance nods, reaching out for his map. You pass it back and he pockets it, making sure it’s safe. “There’s no way people will be able to see us behind the worker’s facilities, but we will have to watch out for workers around the pens.”
“We doing this?” Nelson puts a hand on your shoulder, gentle enough that it doesn’t startle you this time.
You’re not gonna lie, you’re nervous as hell. This is a scary fucking situation, but you’ve been in scary fucking situations your entire life, and you’d rather go out trying than spend the rest of your life at the mercy of this nightmare factory. You glance at your party and the realization that other people are counting on you too, bringing with it an uncomfortable feeling that you can’t quite place. It was like Nelson said, people give a shit about you. And maybe, just maybe, you were starting to give a shit about other people.
Are you ready to run?
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