Monica De Noir knew they wouldn't bother giving her a way out. If she couldn't break out of juvenile hall on her own. She wasn't worthy of a second chance.

As far back as Monica could remember, she had been taught the De Noirs were perfect. And thus, by proving she was imperfect with her defeat. She was no longer to be considered a De Noir. She thought about the prison routine. Thought about any glitches that might help her escape. Nothing came.

Monica began to wonder if she really was nothing, if she truly had no skill except for her 'toys'. No! She WAS a De Noir! She did have skill! She was the best! And she wasn't going to let some fluke stop her from proving it to the underworld!

However confidence doesn't break down walls. She still needed a way out. These guards were not particularly stupid, they knew what kinds of kids they had on their hands. So playing to these brutes' sympathies was out of the question. Unless . . . there was always some newbie being brought in who didn't know what they were getting themselves into! If only she could manage to get one close to her. Then she could steal their card key to get out of her cell, but what then? It wasn't like she could just walk out of here. Wait a minute! Maybe she could! And she owed it all to the politicians who claimed that kids weren't smart enough to put together an escape plan AND that DNA markings on prison ID cards was too expensive!

Jenni couldn't believe it, after six months in this hellhole she was being let out. Not that her family cared. They never did. But she was determined to not make the same mistakes twice. Her therapy had worked and she had kicked her drug habit. She was ready for a fresh start. A new beginning! She was going to show the world that she COULD pull her life together! A sickeningly fast blow to the back of her head. And darkness.

Monica had, of course, chosen her target very carefully. She didn't want someone with family who would be there to greet her at her release. Then it was just a matter of acquiring her target. Replacing Jenni's ID picture with her own. (thank you again, penny pinching politicians for lack lamination) And putting on Jenni's name-tag. The staff there had long ago last any passion for their work, and didn't even notice the radical difference between Monica and Jenni. It was all just too easy! She had gone through paper processing without a hitch and just walked out.

Heh, they should be finding Jenni in a few more hours: plenty of time for her to get lost. Then, it was smooth sailing. Perhaps she had relied too much on her gadgets, but she still had her wits, and those would be more than enough to slaughter one toddler. And then her family would welcome her back with open arms. She knew it.

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Anyone know the Dirty pair's last names?