So, in my last note, I said to expect more updates weekly.

Unfortunately, I ended up speaking to soon, because a day later the supposed spare I had was a glitch in the computer system. Now I have a stupid fitness class I have to do, and that's gonna drain my energy badly.

Because of this, less updates will be going out, possibly only weekly again unfortunately. Anyways, onto this extra long chapter as a thank you to all the support I've gotten as of recent, primarily the 70 follows and 40+ reviews!

Infinite's POV, fifteen minutes later

I finished shampooing my hair and scrubbing it clean from all the dirt. I had taken my time with the shower, because it's the first one I've had in a week. I rinsed off and reluctantly turned the shower off. I honestly can stay in there all night if it weren't for this stupid meeting I was supposed to attend. Oh well, I value freedom more. I thought.

I refused to step out from behind the covering tile wall of the shower. I don't need anyone peeking in at me right now.

The warden had been kind enough to also have given me a clean jumpsuit as well. Don't get me wrong, I still hate wearing the damn things, but I was forced to wear it anyway because of the rules and the cold temperatures, which especially affected me for being a warm-weather guy who lives in a deserty region.

I dried off quickly and slipped into the suit and those poor excuses of "boots" on. It bothered me that my hair was sagging down completely. I'm used to gelling it a little bit after getting out of the shower back at home. Before I forgot, I went over to the bed of my cell and lifted the pillow up, revealing the charge Gadget gave me. I tucked it away in my jumpsuit.

I walked up to the bars of the cell and banged on them to get the guards' attention. "Hey!" I called out, looking out of them. There was a guard sitting on the railing of the catwalk off to the right. It was that cat guard from before that hurded us onto the trucks when we arrived off the ship to this shitty place. She was busy texting someone or doing something on her phone.

When she heard me banging on the bars and shouting, she hopped off the railing and came over to my cell. "Are you done?" She asked.

"All finished up." I responded. "You can take me to the basement now." She nodded in acknowledgment and took a ring of keys off her ultility belt and sifted through keys on it for a good minute before finding the correct key to my cell. The cat stood up on her toes to reach the keyhole of the cell and unlocked it with the key and slid the cell open.

"Come on, on you go." She commanded and motioned for me to leave. I left my cell without incident.

She walked me down some halls and stopped me at a door in one of the main hallways. The door itself looked old, dusty and untouched. On it read "BASEMENT." She opened up the door, which creaked open, revealing a stairwell that went down to a concrete floor. The cat poked me with her baton signaling me to get moving. "Cleaning supplies are already down there. They won't clean the basement by themselves." She said to me like a smartass.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." I retorted and began walking down the steps. I felt a hand grip my hair and yank on it. I yelled out in pain.

"Look at me, filth!" She insulted and released her grip on me. I turned around and looked up at her from the top of the stairs, pointing at me with her baton. "Just because Dragovich considers you something special doesn't mean I still won't be afraid to inflict pain onto you. You're lucky that I can't push you down these stairs and watch you crack your skull open."

"Sorry." I apologized, rubbing the strands of my hair that got pulled. I turned around and walked down the stairs. Damn, that hurt. I got to the bottom and coughed. There was a lot of dirt down here, dust, disorganized shelves... you name it. There was a mop and couple of other cleaning supplies there as well, like she said. I sighed and immediately got down to business.

One hour and fifteen minutes later

I was finishing up wiping down behind the hot water tanks, being careful to not burn myself by touching it. There was a little bit of dirt and grime back there, but a simple wipe up got it all. I crawled back out from behind and looked around at what I had accomplished. Sad all of it would be thrown away soon enough.

"What time is it?" I asked the cat guard who had been sitting on the stairs the entire time, playing games on her phone or whatever.

"Actually, it's almost about time for you to leave. The helicopter should be here now, but it must be the snow that's slowing it down." She replied. Gotta plant this thing now before it's too late. I realized. My heterochromic eyes scanned around for a suitable place to plant the bomb. They settled in on behind the old chest at the back. I looked back at the supervisor, who was right back to their phone.

Perfect.

I walked over to the chest and moved it a little so I could plant the bomb at the back. I looked at the guard again, who was still paying attention to her phone. I took it out and armed it, setting it for five minutes before placing it behind the chest out of her view. I stood up and wiped my hands. "I think I'm all done here." I announced.

She perked up and looked around at the now-clean basement. "Everything looks good. Come on out, you can head outside to the courtyard until your transport comes."

"Thanks." I said and both of us went up the stairs and shut the door. She led me to the outside courtyard, where it was still snowing and some prisoners were standing out in the cold. Obviously I wasn't gonna get a jacket.

I walked outside calmly and to the far wall that separated me from my imminent freedom. I laid against the wall by a guard standing at his post. I looked at the main building, which at any time now would hopefully blow to pieces.

I heard the sound of a helicopter approaching the prison. Sure enough I looked up and saw one of those Eastern military transport helicopters you'd see in a war movie; a Mil-Mi 8 helicopter bearing Shamarian military logos. It carefully began to land at the helipad. The loudspeaker came on calling my name to come up into the main building but I waited.

I heard a loud boom.

Then several explosions came from the inside of the building, followed by a few more which probably completely destroyed the inside of the building and everyone inside. Flames and other explosions erupted from the windows, with one poor bastard being launched out on fire.

The helicopter landing on top lost the tail from the explosions and crashed into another building. A few other explosions erupted from other building sites in the prison, but luckily not any of the cell blocks.

The guard next to me couldn't believe what he was witnessing. I took my opportunity and roundhouse kicked him in the face, effectively knocking the human unconscious. I went over to him and grabbed his gun. I saw the other prisoners also taking the same opportunity and began attacking their oppressors.

I dived behind a truck and saw some more panicked guards coming from the nearby stairwell that went onto the exterior wall. Before I could do anything, they were all gunned down by other prisoners that had also stolen weapons. I stepped out and thanked them.

I could see that on the top of the wall, there were a large amount of guards up there still. I decided not to go up there just yet.

Coming from a fenced off area, I saw two guards there. I didn't hesitate to put a bullet in each of them and proceed to that area, where a war between a large amount of guards and prisoners. All with guns shooting at eachother. I decided not to go there either.

I casted a glance back up at the top of the wall, where most of the guards up there were focusing on the prisoners just ahead of me. "Fuck it." I cursed to myself and using my impressive jumping and climbing skills which I haven't used in a long time, got onto the top of the wall where an unsuspecting guard was. I surprised him by getting up there and pushing him straight off of the ledge and down below.

Before his friends had noticed, I made sure to take them out using the pistol and moved on, looking for a spot to jump down safely on the other side. As I did, for a split-second, I saw a bullet whiz by my face. I instinctively jumped back and look for the shooter, who was in one of those cheap wooden towers.

I took him out quickly and moved on and found a spot to jump down. "Infinite!" I heard someone call my name from behind. I spun around and saw Trax, that arctic fox from earlier. I aimed my gun at him.

"Just be smart and leave me alone, Trax! Or I'll kill you like I just did to your friends!" I threatened him with fierce facial expressions.

"You think that you can come here, and blow everything up and walk out unscathed? Huh!?" He shouted at me, with arms out.

"Yeah, I can actually!" I replied.

"Well, that's where you're wrong, Jack!" He began to walk calmly towards me. I pulled the trigger, only to hear that disappointing "click", signaling that the mag was empty. I heard Trax laugh and run towards me. He took out a large knife and jumped up and attempted to stab me in the forehead, but I managed to slide underneath him and dodge the attack.

I saw him look at me with a smug grin on his face. "You know, I'm gonna prove to Dragovich that every bit of potential he sees in you is incorrect!" He snapped at me and lunged again. I managed to dodge him again and counterattack by giving him a good smack to his face with the gun before throwing it away. I went to jump away, but he somehow the blade of his knife made contact with the bottom of my leg. I groaned in pain.

"You're nothing but worthless!" He laughed. Trax ran at me with his knife and attempted to stab it into me, but using my left hand I caught his attack and hit him in the face with another good punch, which stunned him quite a bit. I took this opportunity and followed up with a few more punches to his face and ending with a strong kick, which knocked him over.

I stomped on the fox's hand until he let go of his knife and I grabbed it and his shirt. I lifted him up and looked at his beaten face. "What was that about being worthless?" I asked him sternly, staring at my enemy down the eye. He didn't reply, but give me a look of hatred. "You're hardly a challenge. Maybe that's because I'm the Ultimate Mercenary." I said and and slit Trax's throat with his own knife.

I let go of him but kept the knife just in case. I decided not to waste anymore time here and jump down the other side of the wall to freedom. I carefully slid down it after jumping just so I don't injure my ankles. I hopped off and into the snow and ran as fast as I could towards the town that wasn't too far away.

I made it into the town, still hearing gunshots from the ablaze prison. "Hardware store, hardware store..." I said to myself and looked around for it.

I heard the sounds of a helicopter again, I knew it was bad news and hid behind a building, where two more military helicopters flew overhead and towards the prison. I sighed in relief and continued on.

I eventually found the hardware store two blocks away. I walked over to the alley next to it, where Gadget should be. I began to limp and notice the pain coming from my wound now. I groaned and continued walking to the alley and looked into it...

Only to find nothing there.

I could believe it.

That bastard better not have left me here to die!

Well, I hope you enjoyed! Reviews please.