P.U.R.P.L.E.

Chapter four – Scout's Escape

One might ask, just how is it that a scrawny little Yankee punk is going to escape from some kind of fortress out in the middle of Texas armed with only a baseball bat? Well the answer to that question was that the one guarding him was either really thick, or really cocky, oh, and Scout had a plan. The hefty one of the group was teasing the engineer on having what he liked to call a "puny leetle gun."
Because Heavy did not like the puny gun he apprehended it from engineer. The gun was a pistol, a very shiny semi-automatic Magnum to boot. Scout really, REALLY wanted that gun, and it was also a very easy thing for him to take. Heavy was leaning against the bars of his cell, asleep, It was kind of sad really just how simple it would be to just lurch that pistol off of Heavy's belt. Scout did so, stopping for a moment whenever the great snoring man stirred.
In one great exalting moment scout succeeded, in his excitement he thought about shooting what he thought might be the clone of some big Russian guy. But he thought better of it, for all he knew that mad doctor had made him bullet proof and all he would do is annoy him. The problem of him being in a cage was still an issue, Scout sat down and examined his clip, and it was still full.
Having a fully loaded gun was a lot more assuring than having only a few bullets, especially since what he would do next may or may not waste a few. Scout walked over to the teleporter that was still whirring in the corner. Having little to know knowledge of it he wasn't quite sure how to teleport over to the one just outside his cage. So in his ignorance he did the one thing that appealed to him, tapping it with his bat.
It seemed to do something, with every tap the little arrow pointing back to New York spun, so Scout deduced he should point it towards the one on his right. He did so, and found that the arrow started to glow again, it must be receiving a signal or something. Scout whispered "sweet" and braced himself before stepping on it again, receiving the same sensation as before.
Luckily, this time he didn't fall over, good thing too, that might have awakened his 'guard'. Apparently the rather noisy invention that can transport individuals did not wake up the blue heavy. All was well, Scout opened the door, checking both ways. Seeing one way leading to a stairway going up, and the other leading to a quite drunken sounding voice paired with a barking one. Scout didn't like either of these options; instead he found a ventilation shaft a little upwards from his right.
Scout fired his new gun at one of the bolts, then jumped up high and hit the rest off with his bat. Unfortunately for him, this DID wake up his watcher, "What was noise?" Scout looked back apprehensively, but switched to a grin soon as he leaped up and scrambled into the vent. Crouching in the rather large space he tried to get through as fast as he could.
From where he just was he heard that deep voice yell, "Prisoner gone! Alert mistress now!" Next thing he knew an alarm went off and a demanding female voice seemed to echo from the very walls. "Alert, the prisoner has escaped!" Scout wasn't too sure what the Heavy guy meant by 'mistress', but he was fairly certain he just heard her voice. Quite an unpleasant thing she was too from what he could gather. But regardless, they knew he wasn't napping in his cell anymore. So he had to find an exit to this system, a beeping sound led him to an opening. But this worried him a little, what if it was another invention?