p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri;"Ford wakes feeling rested and this leaves him feeling uneasy, he doesn't know what to make of the green eyes. The extra dimensional entity seemed to be the antithesis of Bill, where Bill would torment and seek to rouse him from sleep to do as he bid the green eyes would simply leave, allowing him to rest. His interaction with Bill in retrospect had been blatant bids to appeal to Ford vanity and exploit his insecurities, the green eyes seemed to speak plainly and would in comparison accept Fords refusal. It must be a tactic a play of some kind the green eyes wanted something, they were hiding something. Ford rubs his face, shaking off the fog of sleep, he doesn't know what to make of the green eyes but he doesn't trust them, extra dimensional being are not to be trusted. he doesn't know how the green eyes gained access to his mindscape, he doesn't know what they want, but he does know they want something. He keeps his eyes closed and listens the guard clanks past and as soon as his steeps begin to fade down the walk way he springs into action, alert his movements sure and decisive. First, he removes his restraints with a practiced ease a small twinge of pride at how easy it has become, he runs his hands over the wall beside the force field his fingers lightly dusting over the surface looking for the seam he knows is there. When he finds, it he jams the opened cuff into the small crake using it like a pry-bar to work the panel open. He chews his lip reaching inside he grasps blindly at the wiring inside and yanks, the forcefield die's and Ford is free to leave. He moves swiftly and silently moving in the same direction the guard went, he steps lightly along the walk way moving past cells ignoring startled glances and shouts. He ties to calculate how much time has left before his cell is discovered empty, he doesn't have much time. he glances out over the railing to the drop below. Glowing forcefields lit the space with their eerie glow he can't see the bottom. He twists looking upward to a distant ceiling, he needed to go up, it's always up in places like this, Ford didn't like that. He needed an elevator, or stairs, an elevator was a dead end, a new space to cage him in, but if he went with the stairs he would be breathless and fatigued after only a few flights. He ducks I into an alcove holding his breath as a guard passes, his heart matching the steady clomp of the droid's steps. An alarm rings in the back of his head, the droid should have noticed him, the hair on the back of his neck stands on end he feels someone watching him. He keeps moving, he's going to run out of time he can't afford to indulge in the paranoia. A soft bell dings, Ford flinches and hides turning in a crouched stance ready to fight or flee. A small elevator door slides open spilling a warm golden light into cold eerie glow of the prison block. the elevator is small a simple span lang="X-NONE"Maintenance/spanelevator, the analytical part of Ford's brain notes that the soft ding is the same as the elevators back home, and the same of every elevator he had encountered sense. He slides inside cspan lang="X-NONE"autious/spanstudying the small space his posture tense, the door slide closed making a load clunk as they seal, Ford flinches. The elevator doesn't move, he's trapped locked in, Ford's heart begins to race, his eyes dart around the small space, he's panicking. Taking a steady breath Ford closes his eyes "stay calm work the problem" Ford climbs the hand bar and pushes open the ceiling access and climbs out. The elevator shaft is dark and smells sharply of mechanical grease and span lang="X-NONE" stale/spanrubber. He can see the access ladder that runs up the shaft, he begins to climb. It's not a perfect solution, the climb ahead of him is going to be long, but the elevator shaft isn't as exposed as a stairwell and less confining than the elevator it's self. The climb is long and hard Ford focuses on placing his hands and feet one rung at a time, not letting himself rush and flair draining himself of much needed energy. Gradually his mind begins to drift, what was the green eyes game, for the past two years they had pestered him. Every time he got in trouble, every time he was a little to close to danger those glowing green pests would make an appearance. Every-time it was the same, an observation about his situation, a urgent warning, and then an offer of aid. Ford didn't trust them, they were hiding something, they were after something. As much as Ford distrusted the extra dimensional being, as much as he wanted to distrust it, something in him couldn't bring himself to banish the being from his mind. He knows he can, the green eyes hadn't been invited, so Ford is free to banish them whenever he chooses. But the eyes kept reminding him of his brother, it wasn't obvious, the being was sudel in the manipulation, it was in the cadences, the way of speaking the snorts and grumbles. Ford knows it's a ploy, a way for the entity to get past his guard, but as much as he hates the being for using his brother in such a way, he can't send it away because it would be to much like sending his brother away all over again. He pauses his breath heavy sweat beading on his forehead, he leans into the ladder pulling himself in and resting. He looks up trying to gage how much further he needs to go, how much further he can go. He takes a deep breath, he needs to keep going he can't give up. He spots an access door and taking a deep steady breath he sets off again, one rung at a time. He pushes at the access door breathing a sigh of relief as it swings inward and he climbs in bracing against the wall in the small closet like space. He leans over bracing against his knees taking deep steadying breaths, he tries to calm his heart and listen for anything outside of the small dark space he's found himself in. he lets out a long deep breath, he just needs to rest, to catch his breath, then he can continue the climb. he just needs a minute then he can keep moving./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri;"the door is yanked open and light floods the small room blinding Ford, he flinches rising his hands to shield his eyes. A large hand grabs him by the front of his shirt and he is yanked forward into the blinding light. briefly dazed Fords blinks, he feels the ruff hands, he twists moving to step behind the source of the grasping hands he strikes out with his elbow. He's been pulled into a hall filled with massive muscular goons that tower over him. they glower down at him and he strikes. Punching jabbing ducking and twisting, he uses their number against them using turning and ducking to use the different men as shields from each other till the lot of them are tripping and stumbling over each other in a hopeless tangled mass. Breathing hard Ford can feel himself fading, he's already fatigued from the climb and there are to many goons for him to have a hope of overpowering them. He makes a dive for the door back to the elevator shaft beyond. It wasn't safer but perhaps he would be able to force the men into a funnel so he was only have to fend off one at a time. He was already calculating, even fighting one at a time he wold be greatly encumbered, his progress threw this facility, it would cost him time time he didn't have. He needs to find the exit, he can't continue blindly running around, Maybe if he managed to take the leader hostage./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: medium; font-family: Calibri;" a hand wrapped around his extend arm, he's still in the hallway exposed and out numbered. emFocus/em, Ford scolds himself he grasps the hand with his free hand and uses the strong limb to swing himself around and into a kick that landed in his attackers face. The behemoth goes down but his grips remains strong. Ford claws at the first clinched around his arm but more of the goons are descending on him, he's anchored, he can't move, he strikes out blindly punching gouging and scratch. They give up trying to grab him and grasping clawing hands are replaced with fists. Ford stubbornly stays on his feet as blow after blow knocks the wind out of him. He goes down on one knee, Blood begins pouring down his face as his nose is flattened for a second time, his vision turns red as another blow catches him in the eye. A fist collides with his temple, his head crakes to the side, fireworks go off behind his eyes and he crumples darkness swallowing his consciousness./p
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