(AN: Disclaimer. I don't own DW or its respective characters. I don't own Fremantly Prison or Freo, its a real place, about a 45minute bus ride from were I Live.
a short description of the tunnels in this is taken from the prison's site -link on profile- and UWA is real as well.
also I am dyslexic -and I can't make a decent merange- so be kind and let my know nicely were I've screwed up 3 thanks. for more information just ask, and feel free to check out my art/illistrations over on DA -link on profile)

She lay on top of her bunk in her shared dorm room, casually flipping through a national Geographic's magazine. Only six months into her "study abroad" exchange to a university in Australia and it was already boring.
UWA was not up to the high class standards she had experienced in America or Europe last year.
Granted it had been fun for the last semester brake to go out into the bush or into the red dessert in central Australia, but the excitement had run out fast, everything was so ordinary. Maybe the Greek Isles next year, two years to her diploma only the rest of this and next year to go.

Rayne sighed, while simultaneously the dorm door flew open with a loud bang!
"That stupid jerk!"
"I can't believe he did that, there was nothing wrong with your presentation, he's just a sexist pig!" muttered the second girl to walk through the door, throwing a hand in the campus's general direction. Rayne shifted onto her elbows
"Professor Williams?" she asked, the first girl, Tory, nodded opening her mouth to go on but Rayne cut her off. "he's not sexist –I get great marks from him- your presentation on the other hand… you analogy was week, your second proposal was irrelevant and you should have used a geometrical interface." when she finished talking Rayne swung her legs over the edge of her bunk and hopped down smoothly, the other two girls; Tory and Jasmine, watched Rayne with blank expressions as she opened the Minnie fridge and pulled out a banana. "What?"
"how do you know that?" tory asked,
"I heard you rehearsing last night" replied Rayne, slipping her blue and brown Jan-sport backpack on.
"What? But if you knew why didn't you tell me?"
Rayne smirked, her blue-grey eyes sparkling, curls falling characteristically to frame her face, "if I told you everything, you would never learn, never make your own proper mistakes… and where's the fun in life without any mistakes?" with that she picked her keys off her desk, twirled them around her index finger and walked out the door, "later."

It was hot today, the wind was almost none existent and Rayne was glad to only be wearing light hiking cloths, as she tagged onto the 103 to Fremantle prison.
… Fremantle prison as it happens was utterly dull. Until, that is, Rayne found the entrance to the underground tunnels a sign next to it read:

"Do you need a prison adventure? Get into your hardhat, slip into your overalls and pull on your boots and charge your headlamps before locking into the ladder system and descending 20 metres into the depths below.
Trek through sections of the labyrinth of tunnels on foot, then board the replica convict punts to explore the submerged passageways accessible only by boat.
Discover original blast holes, bores, oil lamp recesses and artefacts from the days when working in the tunnels was hard labour for prisoners. "

Rayne smiled, it was that kind of smile a young lady will give and you know instantly she's about to do something you've told her she can't. "Twenty, meters? I can do that."

It wasn't 20 meters precisely, decided Rayne, who'd taken a faster but less conventional way down into the tunnel… by abseiling down the small shoot rather than use the laddering.

It wasn't unusual for the police to be called to the old prison but as Sergeant Shaun Guildford was soon to discover even the most seemingly normal of circumstances was liable to become completely absurd.
His partner Garth Eastwood, pulled the car up to the curb with a quick mauver and drove through the gates to Fremantle Prison, they had been called down supposedly because someone has broken into the underground tunnels.
as soon as the two cops stepped out of their car they were met by a prison representative, assigned to debrief them, he jumped in, escorting them at a fast pace to the entrance where Rayne's rope hung down the hole.
"One of the guides just popped over to check on things before a tour and saw the rope, called down but no one answered" the rep told them, his Australian accent thick and bogan.
"Has anyone else been down into toughs tunnels since?" said the serge
"no, didn't know if it would be safe, bloody anything could be at the bottom of that shaft." They were almost at the entrance now, garth could see were the ropes had been rigged up to a frame in the wall.
"Probably just kids, 'might be hurt though or unconscious if there was no response, better call an ambulance just in case."
With that the two cops reached the tunnel entrance, the rope it seems was being pulled taught, looking to each other, the pair unhooked their touches "hello! Is anyone down there?" called the Serge, when no reply came after a short pause, he went on "okay, I'm going to shine my touch down, it might be bright don't get scared." With another glance at Garth the sergeant turned to shine his touch but at the same time, a blonde bob of corkscrew curls and two tanned arms popped themselves out of the hole.
inhaling quickly in shock Sergeant Guildford shared another quick glance with his partner before he turned back to stare as the girl lifted her head up to smile mischievously at them…
"hello boys."

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"do you two-"she said pulling herself out and to her feet so that she was standing in front of them. "-have any idea what's down there?... well no I don't suppose you do."
Sergeant Guildford pulled it together "miss, you realise you just broke into a restricted area?"
Rayne dusted the backs of the pants off, "yes, it's a bit hard to miss when you have to open a lock of two, and there's this big sign here that says 'restricted'" when Rayne spoke it was always at a faster than average speed, with irregular pauses, as though half way through a sentence she stopped considered something entirely irrelevant, looked at you and then remembered she was talking to a child, even when she wasn't. not to be confused with cocky or pig headed ness, although at times she did possess both.
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It wasn't the first time Rayne had been put in handcuffs and it certainly would not be the last… in fact it wouldn't even be the last time that day, she just didn't know that yet.
The cop had stupidly thrown Rayne's backpack into the paddy wagon with her.
Rayne was able to easily pick the lock on her cuffs with a pendant she had designed specially for the purpose, and was attached to the zip on the backpack.
then the task of opening the back door was accomplished by a Magnetic Radio Throw (MRT), she'd developed. The device was small and looked like one of thous circular LED lights you see in two buck shops. Only the lights in this were different colours. One was green, for complete, one red, for failure, and one blue for in progress.
it worked by emitting magnetic radio waves set to the exact frequency as the latch mechanism inside the lock. If you like; it charged the two parts of the latch with the same positive magnization so that the two halves repel each other and the latch releases. Unfortunately it takes time, so Rayne had to sit through a bit of a ride with the cops.
It was in a 50km zone that the light changed to green, they hadn't got far, but they were closer to the police station than the old prison. It was a good thing Fremantle was just riddled with stop signs.
the police car slowed, Rayne pulled her bag on, the police car stopped, Rayne threw the door open, pulling the MRT off and jumped out the back, her feet hit the tarmac, but didn't stay there long, she was off, running along the road in the opposite direction to the now moving police car, Rayne calculated that they would at least reach the end of the road before they could do a U tern.
Usually Rayne was really good at maths, today however her approximation was off, the car moved forward only fifteen meters before turning and speeding after her lights and sirens wailing.
"I haven't got time for this! I've got back to those tunnels before it's too late!"

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