"But that's impossible!" I argued. They've been locked in maximum security, not to mention in the completely opposite prison wings."

"Don't worry," my father replied calmly. "We have people on the inside that can get you there. Just do it." His men raised their rifles at the High Five.

"UGHHHHHHHH, FINE! I'll do it!" I screamed in frustration, knowing I had no choice.

"I knew you were the smart one of the family," my father smirked. "Well, besides me."

I glared with intense rage. Meanwhile, my father projected a map of the prison.

"Now, come here so I can tell you the plan. Here's what we'll do."

He pointed to the north side of the map.

"Here is where you and my men will enter. The head of security, here…" He pointed towards the center of the map. "… who we paid a great amount of coin, will order the guards to leave their posts and return to their barracks.

"Meanwhile, two technicians, maintaining the primary and secondary generators, here and here…" He pointed to another building to the east. "… will shut down both generators. The power-down will lock the guards in their barracks, so they won't be a problem, but will be a problem is the prisoners, because the power outage will open their cells. At that point, you will have to split into two teams so you can rescue Nolan and F'Nale at the same time. Kill any guards or prisoners that attempt to interfere. Do I make myself clear?"

He shut the map down. The IOI soldiers and I nodded.

We left and headed to the armory to gear up. It was there that one of the soldiers came up and talk to me. He was a tall, white redhead with a beard and deep voice.

"Hey, you're Logan Wolff, right? Mr. Wolff's son? The leader of the Wolff Pack?

"Good job. What gave me away?" I asked sarcastically.

"Ha. Well what do you know? The kid's got a sense of humor. Anyway, I'm Captain Mitchell Polonsky, but most of my men call me Cap Mitch, or just Mitch. I took F'Nale Zandor's position after she and Sorrento were arrested. I understand that you also wish to take down your father, and IOI as a whole."

"Hmph, yeah, I guess."

"Look, IOI isn't bad as a whole. It's just the executives that run it. If you only manage to remove your father, then you could take over, and unite the Wolff Pack along with Wolff Inc, which itself is together with IOI. You would dominate over the High Five and even Gregarious, Halliday's company. You'd be the richest person in the world – no, history, at only 18, too."

Sounded tempting, of course. After all, IOI made almost every product related to the OASIS, and I met lots of the workers, including the Sixers, and they're only doing their job, like Wade told me. Maybe Mitch was right, and IOI is a victim run by evil heads, like Pinocchio if Geppetto was a psychopath.

"The point is, I'm tired of being controlled by asswipes, and I am looking to climb the ranks of IOI," Mitch continued. "It's like Hitler and the S.S."

As I equipped my gear and rode in the truck on the way, I thought about it, as well as the well-being of the High Five. A sudden stop snapped me back to reality.

"We're here," the driver said.

I equipped my ski mask and voice changer. If word got out that I broke into a prison, killed righteous guards and defenseless prisoners, and freed two of the most hated people on the planet, the consequences would obviously be disastrous.

"Okay, let's get into position and wait for the lights to go out."

We quickly and quietly ran to the perimeter. One of the soldiers placed an explosive charge on the concrete wall.

Just then, the light went out. We activated our night vision, and I gave thumbs-up.

He pressed the detonator and there was a loud bang, the wall crumbling down.

We entered and the sight of us caused some technicians and other workers to run down the hall.

"Let them go. They possess no threat," I ordered.

We continued and arrived at the point where we plan to split.

"Okay, me and Mitch will go for Sorrento. The rest of you, go for Zandor."

We went our separate ways. Mitch and I scanned our surrounding with our rifles cautiously, not knowing who or what could jump out at us.

"So, Wolff, you consider my offer?"

"Ehh, I mean I don't care, as long as I get my revenge on my father. He killed my girlfriend Sarah."

"Damn, sorry to hear that. I thought Sorrento was evil, but your dad is worse. He shot my dogs because I didn't get him the right coffee at Starbucks."

"When my hands clench my father's neck, he'll wish he never fucked my mom to have me. I swear to God."

Out of anger, I sprayed at three prisoners wandering around.

"Whoa, you gotta calm down, Logan."

"Yeah, you're telling me. Anyway, Sorrento's cell is 407. Hopefully, he's well-behaved and stayed in his cell like a good boy."

We arrived at cell 407. Just as planned, we found Sorrento.

"No, don't hurt me! Leave me alone! Not the showers again!"

Mitch and I just stared at one another.

"You want the honors?" I asked.

"Sure," he responded.

He whacked Sorrento in the head with the buttstock of his rifle, knocking him unconscious.

We carried him back to the truck. There, we met up with the other team, who carried Zandor. She was knocked out as well. We figured she put up more of a fight than Sorrento did.

We drove back to the IOI headquarters. By this time, Sorrento and Zandor woke up. We entered my father's office.

"Ah, Nolan! F'Nale! Welcome, welcome! Have a seat," my father said cheerfully.

They did. The High Five were still in their chairs, rifles pointed at their temples.

"Listen, Mr. Wolff, you've got to help us. You have no idea how much your appearance here calms me do…"

My dad pulled out a revolver and shot Nolan in the head. The blood splattered.

F'Nale screamed, but she too was shot in the head. Their soulless eyes stared back as blood dripped down their faces.

"JESUS CHRIST!" Aech yelled.

"This makes no sense! Why would you kill them?!" Wade shouted.

"They were plotting against me. They were rivals. And now, they're in hell."