Wrongfully Accused

Chapter Five

Heyo peoples. My friend Spaz wanted in on this story so I let her write the majority of this chapter. There's an further down, that's where she started writing.

The room was filled with an eerie light, banishing the darkness from all surfaces. The only door to the room was shut and bolted, diminishing any hopes of escape. A mirror on one side of the room reflected the image of two men sitting at a table facing a third man on the other side. The two appeared to be military officers of some sort while the other was a man handcuffed, naked from the waist up and hunched over the table, his head resting on bruised arms

The first man stood up and walked to the other side of the table. "I'll ask you again Almasy, what were you doing at the nightclub?"

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"Answer me!!"

"dunno, can't remember." Seifer replied with slurred speech.

"BULLSHIT! Listen boy if you don't start co-operating you can kiss this comfortable hospital goodbye and say hello to a fucking prison cell"

The second broke into the conversation, "Sir, I don't think you're gonna get much out of him today. According to the nurses he's pretty out of it."

"Wha?"

"He's been given enough pain killers to keep him flying for the next week. He can't even remember what he had for breakfast let alone what the hell he was doin' last week."

"Shit! All right, call the guards and tell them to escort this asshole back to his room. And tell the nurses not to have him so fucking doped up the next time."

"Sir!"

As he watched the officer leave Seifer smiled to himself. 'This is going to be easier than I thought'

Back in his room, Seifer had been staring at the plain white ceiling for the past twenty minutes. Fooling the officers had been easy. The employees at the hospital were too slack to check his records regularly so nobody really knew, off hand, how much or what type of pain killer he'd been given, or what type, but the constant presence of security guards was a different matter. The problem with trying to escape is that you need some time alone to prepare. Unfortunately, he was never alone. There was always a guard near by. He couldn't even piss without someone watching. Not exactly the image he'd been hoping to portray.

He'd been conscious for four days, but still did not know exactly where he was. He knew it was some type of Galbadian military hospital, but the question was, which one? He knew there was one near Deling city, one between D-District Prison and what was left of the missile base, and one near Winhill. Knowing which one he was in could mean the difference between escaping and being caught.

"Mmph."

Seifer immediately looked up at the officer on duty. His chin was resting on his chest and his hands rested loosely on his lap. His position meant he would soon fall off his chair and wake up. Seifer saw this as his one chance. Jumping off the bed he ran towards the guard and knocked him out with a blow to the back of the neck. Hearing voices he grabbed the handgun that had fallen to the floor and hid beside the door. Nothing. No one came in, no armed guards, not even a curious employee. 'Hmph! They obviously have no idea who they are dealing with.'

He looked down at the guard, bleeding profusely on the room's floor, a deep red stain forming on the lino. A single computer in the corner of the room beckoned to be infiltrated. The muddled fragments of his ordeal sloshed around in his mind, but only for a second - more than that might have resulted in a vulnerability that could kill him. He knew this, every mercenary did.

The hum and whirr of the computer powering up was a moments comfort to him, in this place that seemed so generic, so cold, so sterile. It was time for him to redecorate - the urge and instinct to fight his way out, starting to emerge within him.

Nothing in this place could ever seem familiar. The flickering screen, the sound of keys tapping - his hands moving swiftly across the board, was the only thing he knew. The system was easy enough to crack, the guards and employees were slack, the system administrator was practically non existent. This was like walking into a bank, walking straight past the armed guards, taking everything in the vault and strolling out in broad daylight. The system administrator obviously had an ego problem - and thought he was god's gift to computers. He was predictable.

A cunning smile spread across his face, widening to a small chuckle that echoed throughout the small room.

Open Ports: param: 1-6000

21 connect

21 close

31337 connect

Scan halted

'Typical' he scoffed 'couldn't people be a little more difficult?' He rolled his eyes as he muttered to himself.

The backdoor that the system administrator had left was now going to be exploited - he couldn't get over how unoriginal it was. Leaving a back door on the 'Elite' port.

'Tsk tsk tsk' he shook is head, chuckling again. He found it all quite amusing.

Within a matter of minutes the password files for the entire base were scrolling across his screen. The keys now getting bashed wildly by him as the adrenaline started pumping through his body. He felt rebellious, he felt wired.... he felt alive.

He is Seifer. He is back.

A 3D map of the base loaded on the screen. The password he used gave him root access and he was loving it, having free run of an entire system, nothing and no one could stop or find him in here.....a sanctuary all his own.

Referring to the map, taking in the complexities, making notes in his mind, slowly memorising the layouts, floors, stairs and exits. He also found all the control points for auto-lockdown, sprinkler systems.

Time to break free.

So? What did you think. I don't know about the rest of you but I liked her bit. Do ya think I should let her help me with more of the story. If ya do, just review and tell me.