"Backup......we need.......backup.....," a very wounded guard said in his walkie talkie before he passed out due to loss of blood. The killer holding the bloody knife ran hastily away from him. He was breathing very hard, he hadn't been in a situation like this since he was in that Vietnamese concentration camp. Just when he was only 10 feet away from the gate when he heard dogs from behind and yelling from near the gate. "Shit," he muttered he new he was trapped, or was he? He looked up the tall metal fence with barbed wire on top and smiled, "meh, I've been through worse." He started climbing fast with not even stopping, when he got to the top he grabbed the wire with his hands and lifted it, creating an opening underneath the wire and jumped down. He looked at his hand, it had holes in it, but nothing he couldn't fix. He started running again. As he ran he heard more barking and heard the alarm go louder. This was just too perfect. He jumped in a river and hid under the bridge. When the dogs came to a halt they sniffed them out and barked. "You think he would've drowned?" asked one guard. "No, probably just swam away, this is in the police's matter now." another claimed. When he couldn't hear the last one's footsteps anymore he showed a wide sharp-toothed smile, 'Too damn easy.' he thought. He pulled out a folded up picture from the pocket of his shirt unfolded it and his smile came back, "Now to pay a little visit to my darling."