Chapter 25: Jailbreak
Jones was dead! Fong would do it personally.
"Plans not working out the way you wanted them to?" Officer Johnson sneered from his cell.
"You think it's so funny, you realize I'm going to kill you now." He spat.
Fong picked up his gun, moving to the guard's cell. Suddenly a shrill electronic beep sounded. Metal creaked throughout the room. Fong's men began backing up towards the middle, chattering nervously. Fong eyed the cells as more beeps sounded. Johnsons gave his door a small, exploratory nudge… and it slid open.
Fong's prisoners charged from their cells. His men let out a retaliatory burst of gunfire but it was too late. The hostages had taken up arms.
Johnson charged at Fong, grabbing him by the throat. The crime lord flailed wildly as he tried to maneuver his gun, but Johnson was faster. He whipped the pistol from Fong's hand, taking it in his own and smacking him across the face. Fong pulled a slender shiv from his pocket and stabbed at the guard's leg.
"We're in control now" He hissed. "Nothing is going to change that."
"Not in my prison" Johnson howled, putting the man into a headlock. "You're going back where you belong."
He tossed Fong into the empty cell, slamming the doors shut.
"Room secured sir." Dalton called out.
"Good, from here on in, we own this place! No one gets in or out unless we say so!"
"Anyone there" The radios crackled.
"This is Johnson" He said picking one up. "We're in control of the indoor yard."
"Good, Jones said that it's gonna get locked down, so sit tight."