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Chapter 12- Breakout
"What about her?" Dallyy drops her mini backpack onto the ground.
"Um, I need information about her." Evie goes silent.
"Oh, well, what kind of information to be exact?" Evie then pulls out what looks like a note with an address on it.
"Here." Evie hands the note to Dallyy.
"I found this in Ang's locker."
"And what exactly where you doing in her locker?"
"Nevermind that. Just open it." Evie opens the note to see a pile of information on her.
"Listen." Evie puts her hand on Dallyy's shoulder.
"I want nothing to do with that brainless girl, but, just for you, I will help you only thing once." Evie takes her hand off of Dallyy.
Evie starts reading the address and information noticed on the paper.
“So?” She gives the paper back to her.
“Ugh.” Dallyy takes a seat.
“It means that we can make good money with this kind of information on the internet. Think about it, the black market! We can even get Ang killed without use touching a soul!” Evie then takes a seat next to her while thinking about how dangerous but how nice that could be.
“So, you’re in?” Evie looks up.
“I’m in.” Evie shakes Dally's hand.
“But this stays between us.” Evie reclaims.
“So, do you think you can help us out Santa?” Ham repeated the words inside of his head, making them sound weird once he reread them.
“Hmm, your price ain’t going to be cheap but, I think I can help ya fellow ex-mates.” Santa commends them to follow them into a dark hallway that seemed to be covered in all iron, with only one light to light up the hallway.
“Um, nice hallway you get here.” Amanda and Ham look at each other.
“Thanks, not.” They followed Ham into the end where an iron door with a keypad on the lock. Santa inserted the key as it opened.
“Remember, If I get caught, you guys are taking the blame.”
They kept on following Santa where they end up… with another task.
“Alright, last goal. The item you’ll asking from me is on top of this 5,000 stairwell step. Don’t ask why we keep it all the way this high, we just do.” Ham leaves the room, locking the door behind them.
“Did we just played?” Ham questioned himself.
“Well, only one way to find out.” Amanda put her left leg on the stairs.
“Let’s start.”
Ang’s POV;
Once the war began, Ang without warning ignored everything on the plan and took her own path.
“Good luck losers.” Ang wooshed into the air, jumped up onto the other side of the wall without any spotlight guarding on her.
Floor 1/5;
“Dang it, maybe I did need Miner and Bell’s help. Well, no turning back now.” Ang opens her switchblade with the top of her teeth, more like a bad guy.
Ang crawled into the vents, making sure whatever room she was in from above, she didn’t make a sound. After all, this was a prison she was in.
Ang took many turns, left, right, even found herself the bathroom. After a while, Ang realized something, these vents don’t lead to other floors. These vents are only part of the first floor, meaning that she would have to head out in the open and find the second floor.
Ang thought it would be a great start to drop into the bathroom since that’s the place where she expects someone to be.
“He-ya!” Ang kicks the vent open, making her drop onto the toilet seat.
“Ouch.” Ang rubs her bottom.
“Alright Ang, take a breath,” Ang speaks to herself, spreading her hands out where she can say both of them.
“You can do this.” She slowly unlocks the door as she steps outside from the toilet seat she was in.
Once she got out, she starts to hear footsteps coming right towards the bathroom.
“Oh no!” Ang quickly tries to make it back to the toilet stall; making it in time before a woman that looked 5’ feet tall came in.
“Darn it!”
The woman takes the very next stall next to Ang’s.
The woman makes herself cozy as she starts to read the magazine in her hands.
“No, no, no.” She kept on slipping pages for about 4 minutes and counting.
“When will this woman leave!” Ang says inside her mind.
Unfortunately for Ang, the minute the woman was done washing up and heading off, Ang’s leg slipped from the toilet she was crouching on, making a perfectly loud sound for the woman to hear.
Ang freezes, but the woman turns around by the sound of her shoes, loading a gun as she shouts, “Who goes there!”
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Characters;
@~Ang~
@Dallyy
@EvieIsNotAmazing good luck in life btw, I'll miss you
@ComplexSanta
@HmAm31
@xAmandax00
"What about her?" Dallyy drops her mini backpack onto the ground.
"Um, I need information about her." Evie goes silent.
"Oh, well, what kind of information to be exact?" Evie then pulls out what looks like a note with an address on it.
"Here." Evie hands the note to Dallyy.
"I found this in Ang's locker."
"And what exactly where you doing in her locker?"
"Nevermind that. Just open it." Evie opens the note to see a pile of information on her.
"Listen." Evie puts her hand on Dallyy's shoulder.
"I want nothing to do with that brainless girl, but, just for you, I will help you only thing once." Evie takes her hand off of Dallyy.
Evie starts reading the address and information noticed on the paper.
“So?” She gives the paper back to her.
“Ugh.” Dallyy takes a seat.
“It means that we can make good money with this kind of information on the internet. Think about it, the black market! We can even get Ang killed without use touching a soul!” Evie then takes a seat next to her while thinking about how dangerous but how nice that could be.
“So, you’re in?” Evie looks up.
“I’m in.” Evie shakes Dally's hand.
“But this stays between us.” Evie reclaims.
“So, do you think you can help us out Santa?” Ham repeated the words inside of his head, making them sound weird once he reread them.
“Hmm, your price ain’t going to be cheap but, I think I can help ya fellow ex-mates.” Santa commends them to follow them into a dark hallway that seemed to be covered in all iron, with only one light to light up the hallway.
“Um, nice hallway you get here.” Amanda and Ham look at each other.
“Thanks, not.” They followed Ham into the end where an iron door with a keypad on the lock. Santa inserted the key as it opened.
“Remember, If I get caught, you guys are taking the blame.”
They kept on following Santa where they end up… with another task.
“Alright, last goal. The item you’ll asking from me is on top of this 5,000 stairwell step. Don’t ask why we keep it all the way this high, we just do.” Ham leaves the room, locking the door behind them.
“Did we just played?” Ham questioned himself.
“Well, only one way to find out.” Amanda put her left leg on the stairs.
“Let’s start.”
Ang’s POV;
Once the war began, Ang without warning ignored everything on the plan and took her own path.
“Good luck losers.” Ang wooshed into the air, jumped up onto the other side of the wall without any spotlight guarding on her.
Floor 1/5;
“Dang it, maybe I did need Miner and Bell’s help. Well, no turning back now.” Ang opens her switchblade with the top of her teeth, more like a bad guy.
Ang crawled into the vents, making sure whatever room she was in from above, she didn’t make a sound. After all, this was a prison she was in.
Ang took many turns, left, right, even found herself the bathroom. After a while, Ang realized something, these vents don’t lead to other floors. These vents are only part of the first floor, meaning that she would have to head out in the open and find the second floor.
Ang thought it would be a great start to drop into the bathroom since that’s the place where she expects someone to be.
“He-ya!” Ang kicks the vent open, making her drop onto the toilet seat.
“Ouch.” Ang rubs her bottom.
“Alright Ang, take a breath,” Ang speaks to herself, spreading her hands out where she can say both of them.
“You can do this.” She slowly unlocks the door as she steps outside from the toilet seat she was in.
Once she got out, she starts to hear footsteps coming right towards the bathroom.
“Oh no!” Ang quickly tries to make it back to the toilet stall; making it in time before a woman that looked 5’ feet tall came in.
“Darn it!”
The woman takes the very next stall next to Ang’s.
The woman makes herself cozy as she starts to read the magazine in her hands.
“No, no, no.” She kept on slipping pages for about 4 minutes and counting.
“When will this woman leave!” Ang says inside her mind.
Unfortunately for Ang, the minute the woman was done washing up and heading off, Ang’s leg slipped from the toilet she was crouching on, making a perfectly loud sound for the woman to hear.
Ang freezes, but the woman turns around by the sound of her shoes, loading a gun as she shouts, “Who goes there!”
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Characters;
@~Ang~
@Dallyy
@EvieIsNotAmazing good luck in life btw, I'll miss you
@ComplexSanta
@HmAm31
@xAmandax00
