“Take these, go do your job.”
Tom collected the keys to the armoury and made his way back down the stairs. “Go do your job,” he groaned mockingly. “It’s bad enough she almost shot me. I didn’t come all this way to be bossed around by some psychotic blonde.”
A body lay face-down at the bottom of the stairs from which a bat tore off hunks of flesh; the sight set a pit in Tom’s stomach but he brushed past it and looked through the surrounding rooms. There were no living opponents to be seen.
He headed down the hallway, over the regular thunder of Charlie’s sniper-rifle and the occasional screech of a killer bat came the patter of multiple footsteps at the end of the hall. Tom rounded the corner and spotted four armed guards so he dashed back behind cover. The enemy weren’t aware of him, in fact they seemed confused about what was going on at all, and they questioned where the killer bats came from and why they would suddenly attack like this. They eventually left the hallway to check on the prisoners. Tom whispered a warning through the radio so Charlie and Wade knew where to shoot.
Even though the prison was now on lockdown the prisoners were not yet free and so the armoury remained shut. If July hadn’t thought of using bats as the distraction Tom may have never reached it in time, if at all, before the prisoners got out. By the time he opened the heavy doors the first of the prisoners were arriving. Within the armoury were shelves of assault rifles, handguns, body armoury, and everything else a small army would need, all military grade.
“Arm yourselves and head to the main gate,” he told the prisoners, many of whom were weak but willing to fight. Many were old, too. “Take any equipment that’s left and store it in the truck outside.”
The anti-riot-vehicle was a small lightly-armed tank with a heavy machinegun and a water cannon for subduing prisoners. Tom climbed inside the vehicle and checked his watch; according to the plan Royalist reinforcements would be arriving any minute now. He drove outside, following the prisoners, and parked near the main gate. The guards finally rallied and pushed back against the prisoners in a sudden vicious firefight.
Two prisoners headed towards Alister’s cell to support Alice when July’s voice crackled over the radio. “Alice, have you found him yet?”
Her reply was frantic. “He’s not here. He had been scheduled for execution but they moved it up to today.”
This was bad. Even without Alister, breaking two dozen military men out of prison was a small victory, but they would be useless without a man with the experience to lead them. If Alister was still alive it was imperative to the cause that they found him soon.
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