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The old Switch-a-roo
Prologue
"I quit!" Don suddenly groaned throwing in his hand. He really sucked at poker. Don was a tall man that was slightly overweight. He had dark hair and golden eyes which one look from could make you want to make you crawl back into a hole. An ideal quality for a prison guard.
"Why?" Claire, the chief guard, asked laughing. "Get a bad hand?"
"Shut it." Don replied rolling his eyes. "I'm going to do one more round and then I'm going home, alright?"
"Yeah, sure." Claire said returning her attention to the game. "See you tomorrow, Don."
"See you tomorrow." He replied walking out of the room. He shut the door behind him and checked the corridors to see if anyone was around. He knew that most if not all of the guards were playing poker right now, but it never hurt to double check.
Garthe waited until the guard's footsteps couldn't be heard anymore before edging out of bed again. He took a quick glance to make sure the guard was gone. It was all clear. He went back to his bed and pulled out a match and martial wrapped up in cloth. His outside help had done well on gathering the things he needed. He'd have to thank him later.
He worked quickly and in about thirty minute everything was set up. He was blowing this place tonight. So without further thought, he struck the match and lit the wick. He then backed and crouched as far away from the wall as possible.
The wall blow a gaping hole in it as the explosives went off. Garthe didn't wait for the debris to clear as he got up jumping out of the hole. The alarms were already sounding off as he made his way across to the wall. Just as they had planned, the rope was hanging down just for him.
Shots started firing off as he quickly climbed the wall dodging all of them. He didn't give a second glance back when he got to the top; just jumped trying to get away from the round of bullets and barking dogs he could hear coming. However, he didn't dodge all of them. As he jumped the guard just brushed over his left shoulder giving him a nice little flesh wound. Garthe cursed in pain. Luckily, he wouldn't need to go to the hospital for it.
The getaway car was idling just a short running distance from him. Garthe swung the passenger's door and hopped in. The car was driving off before he even closed the door. But they weren't out of the woods yet. The guards had now got into their own cars to follow and recapture. The Chevy picked up speed going well over 90 leaving the other cars in the dust.
Garthe grinned at his partner. The guy answered with, "What did I tell you? Piece of cake. They had no clue what was coming." The car zoomed around a corner and then broke off on a hidden trail to further lose their trailers.
The guards cursed silently as the alarms continued to blare in the background. They'd missed. The head chief watched as three prison trucks drove out to follow. She went ahead and dialed the police to get them involved as well. Then all that there was left to do was wait.
About an hour later all three trucks returned empty-handed. They informed her that they had lost the trail but the police were still looking. Groaning, there was only one thing she could do now. The chief picked up the phone again and sent out a call to their only hope now.
"Patch me through to Mr. Devon Miles, please."
How was it? Reviews are always welcome! Please! I know this one was short because it is only the prologue. I'll be posting soon, I hope!
