It's funny I have been in this cell for two years now but nothing had changed, Graves thought to himself. In this prison there is no end you don't do your time and get out because the time you spend in the prison is the time you have left you either die in this god forsaken prison or mange to escape and so far he heard about dozen of people who tried to escape but none managed to. His cell mate was an odd old fella after two years living in the same cell and he still didn't know his name every time Graves asked him his name or where he comes from "Does it matter?" he asked in return. What information he did manage to get from his cell mate was why he was in this "special prison" according to his cells mate story he was simply "too good" and had no allies to protect him, what he was "too good" at he didn't care to share though. Two years graves spent working on an escape plan there isn't much else to do might as well try and find a way to escape. He couldn't afford to get this wrong he only gets one shot at this if he fails he dies simple as that he got everything figured out when to put the plan in motion, he decided to escape in new year's eve where most guard will be drunk and he knew one guard who he knows he can't handle a drink he bet that he would pass out on shift the said guard was guarding the east side of the prison but he couldn't just sneak out of the east side and walk off it wasn't that easy even if some how he managed to unlock the door outside of the door there were 5 more guards looking at the door at all time from a guards tower. He need to blow himself free that was the only thing that he couldn't figure out just yet, with one month remaining until the New Year he needed to think fast. The prison was full of skilled people in all sort of things most of them involve either killing or cheating in some way. He figured there must be some kind of a demolition expert that might be able to help him so he started to ask questions that was dangerous though there only one rule in this prison mind your own goddamn business, and asking people questions was minding their business, but he didn't have a choice he wasn't going to stay in this prison until he dies after all better to die free and young then to die a prisoner and old. He started with his cellmate the old man looked like someone who spent a lot of time in a workshop he hoped that involved explosives. "You want to blow you way out of here?" his cellmate said while trying not to burst in laughter "I didn't take you as the crazy type" Graves released a silent growl "I'm not crazy" Graves said while gazing at the old man "I have a plan a good one to" his cellmate shook his head while smirking "I don't make explosives" he finally said "I got something better though" Graves looked at his cellmate with a confused look "I make weapons" he paused for a few seconds then continued "big ones, with enough explosive power in every shot to shot your way out of this place" Graves nodded in excitement and nervousness he didn't really like the idea of firing a gun that fires explosives. The next couple of weeks they spent building a custom made weapon specially made for Graves, they decided on a dual barrel shotgun to allow big explosive rounds that were necessary for the plan to be successful. Hiding the gun and building the gun was easier than Graves thought the guards didn't really searched the cells they were cocky they thought there is no way someone can escape the prison so there is no reason to be suspicious no reason to check what the prisoners were doing.
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