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A/N: SUMMMERRR! Yeah! No school for two and a half months and lots of time to update my stories. Enjoy.
Warning: The following chapter contains blood, violence, and language.
Location: ASHR war prison, Infierno Agujero
"There's no turning back now. You all realize that right?"
Everyone in the room nodded before Brock continued. "Good, the plan will be set in motion tomorrow. Roland."
"Yes sir," one of Brock's medical assistants asked.
"Go report to the other groups and make sure they're ready and know their part. The rest of you, go to your barracks. I don't want to raise the guards attention."
One by one the other prisoners got up from their seats and filed out of the room; leaving just Brock and me.
"Well," Brock said looking down at a pile of papers covering his desk. " I guess I won't need these any more." He crunched the papers into a ball and threw them into the trash can.
"Do you think anyone going to sell us out?" I asked out of the blue.
Brock seemed startled before reclaiming his neutral expression. "I don't believe so. Everyone's tired of this place and we're all as close as brothers." He took a deep breath before continuing. "Now you better get to your bed. You're playing an important role in all of this."
I nodded. "Alright," I gave him a small wave. "Night man."
The Next Day
"Alright, we only have one shot at this. So no screw ups. We work fast and get this done." I looked at Brock and the other prisoners. They nodded.
"The guard is coming." one of the men on watch said.
"Alright let's get out of this Hellhole. Get in position." I ordered.
The men spread out and went back to digging as if nothing had happened. Brock and me stood facing each other in the center of the area as the guard reached the scene. He looked around the area before resting his eyes on us. "Hey, what the Hell are two doing?" he yelled as he walked towards us.
I gave Brock the nod. "Hey lines for eyes. You're the one who's been swiping the food and water." I stepped up and shoved Brock. He stumbled back, but was able to keep his balance.
"What the Hell are talking about Ketchum! Are you calling me a thief?!"
"Ya damn right!" I pulled back my right arm and threw a punched into the left side of Brock's face. The force of the punch sent Brock falling back.
"Dammit!" the guard yelled as he rushed up to me and grabbed me by the collar of my shirt. "You know the rules dog, no fighting!"
"Get your hands off my friend." The guard turned around to find Brock already standing up. A small trail of blood ran from the corner of his mouth. "I said get your hands off my friend!" Brock pulled back his arm and sent a punch right in the guard's mid section.
The guard had a look of shock on his face as he recovered from the blow. "Why you son of a bitch." He grabbed the riot club from his belt smacked Brock across the face with it. "I'm going to put you through Hell medic!" he yelled as he started beating him with the club.
'Next move will change everything.' I reached into my pocket and pulled out the five-inch long shiv. It had taken me days to find the material, but now it was time to be put to use. I gripped the weapon in my hand and lunged it into the back of the guard's head. It made a loud crack as the point broke through the man's skull. The guards arms went limp as I let go of the shiv and his life less body fell to the ground.
"Damn, there's no turning back now." one of the prisons said.
I helped Brock up before going over to the dead guard and ripped the keys from his belt. I raised the keys over my head and shook them. "The first step of our plan towards freedom! Capture the keys!"
"Hura!" the men yelled.
"Second step?" I asked.
"Kill the guards!"
I reached down and pulled the pistol from the guard's holster. "Follow me!" I yelled as I took off down the tunnel with the men right behind me.
BURR BURR BUURR!
Red alarms went off as we raced down the hall. The tunnel ahead was full of prisoners ganging up and killing the guards. The guards screamed for mercy, but were silenced as the prisoners stabbed them with rusty knives. Two guards, each armed with an assault rifle, burst from a side room a couple of yards ahead of me and began tearing through several of the prisoners closest to them. I quickly raise my pistol and sent a bullet through both guards' heads.
"Damn," Brock said as we continued on. "I didn't know you had such good aim."
"Thanks."
As we ran past the downed guards, I reached down and swiped an assault rifle from the floor and tossed it to Brock. Brock caught it and gave me a puzzled look.
"You know how to use that; right?"
He nodded. "Yeah but-."
"There's about to be a lot of killing and we need every gun we have. Now lets pick up the pace." Brock shouldered the rifle as I continued leading the group towards the elevator.
Alert Alert. a warning called through the intercoms. Prisoner break on multiple levels. All guards report to your posts. This is not a drill, I repeat this is not a drill. Prisoner break on multiple levels.
"Good," I said. "The first part of the plan is going according to plan." I looked over my shoulder as I ran. "Men to the elevator. Our freedom lays at the top!"
"HURA!"
"There it is!" Brock point towards the elevator that layed ahead of us.
"Alright I'll unlock the doors." I placed the key into the rusty lock and turned. The doors made a screeching noise as they slowly opened up.
"If everyone sticks to the plan; in should take five minutes for everyone to get to the top-level," Brock said. "We can only fit about seven of us in there at a time."
"Brock, me and you will go with the first group." I said as we stepped into the elevator. Five more men filed into the small room before I pressed the level one button. The elevator gave a jolt before moving upward.
"I hope the men on the top-level took care of the guards." I said.
"Me too," Brock replied. "I would hate for the doors to open and all we get is an assault rifle greeting."
The elevator moved upward for about half a minute before coming to a stop and the doors slowly opened.
"I'm glad the lower level made it!" a man ran up to us a we stepped out. I looked around and saw several guards laying dead on the ground with prisoners standing over them; celebrating their small victory.
"The the situation up here?" I asked.
"Sir," the man saluted. "We've killed all the guards on this level. They didn't stand a chance. The real problem was the Houndooms. Several men were burned to death by them, but we managed to killed them."
"Good," I turned to the men standing around. "Soldiers of the URP! We have completed the first two steps of the plan. What is step three?"
"Open the doors!" they shouted in response.
"Follow me." I yelled before running off towards the doors. I reviewed step three in my head. The main doors that we'd come down here in were out of the question. If we opened those doors, the ASHR would be ready to chew us to pieces as soon as we stepped out. Our only other choice was to use the side doors that shipped the precious metals out by railway. Even though they were less defended, the sad fact of the matter remained. We would lose many men.
The sight of the iron doors came into view and the prisoners charged past me and began pushing the doors.
"Come on boys," Demo yelled. "Push push. Our freedom and revenge waits on the other side of this door." The door and men groaned, but finally the giant iron doors slowly began moving outward. "Yes yes," Demo cried with joy as the doors burst opened and bright sunlight flooded the mines. "We made it, free-." Demo's sentence was cut short as his head exploded into pieces. The men gave startled cries as they too began to get cut down my bullets.
"Shit! Machine gun!" Brock yelled.
Brock, me, and several other men dove for cover behind the wall on either side of the doors; as bullets sailed through the door and into the mines. A bloody mess of bodies at the entrance was all that remained of our former comrades.
"Damn, what do we do now?" Brock said through gritted teeth.
"We stick to the plan. Those machine gun nests are stationed up high. We make a run for the train cars and use them for cover." I waited for the machine gun stop firing, a sign they were reloading, before making a wild dash out the doors. I didn't let my heels touch the ground until I slid behind the nearest train car, with Brock right beside me. The several men that followed us, made it half way out before being shock to death by some newly arrived Magnemite.
"Ash, security Magnemite!" Brock yelled.
"I see them." I quickly upholstered my pistol and shot down half a dozen of them, but more quickly too their places. "We can't stay here. We need to get some transportation and get the Hell out of here."
"But what about the other men?"
"Attention all guards of Infierno Agujero. Security Houndoom and Magnemite have been sent into the mines. All able men report to the main door to the mines. Multiple teams will be sent in to exterminate rebelling POWs. Kill on sight any POWs." The intercom went dead.
"Ash." Brock looked me straight in the eye. "We have to help them. Those bastards will kill every single one of them."
I shook my head. "We can't Brock. There's only two of us. We have to stick with the plan and find a way out of here. Maybe some of them will get lucky and slip away like us."
Brock looked at the ground and shook his head. "You're right, we can't do anything to help." He got to his feet and gave me a hand up. "Come on, the vehicle bay isn't far from here."
We snuck through the train yard before finally reaching the vehicle bay. Most of the guards had been sent out to deal with the rebellion, leaving only two standing in front of the building. I quickly kill the two with my pistol before hurrying to the door. It took both Brock and me to slide the door of the bay open. Inside was several destroyed Humvees and vehicle parts scattered the floor.
"They better have at least one vehicle that's got totally wrecked." I muttered.
"Hey look." Brock called.
I looked over at Brock who pulled a sheet off a pair of motorcycles. The two were dusty but looked like they were still in good shape.
"Nice find Brock. These will help us make a quick escape, but do you know how to drive one?"
"Don't worry about me." he said as he got on the motorcycle. "I'll manage."
"O.K then, let's get out of here." I mounted my bike and started the initiation. The bike roared to life as I twisted the handle. I switched gears and tore out the vehicle bay with Brock following behind.
Step One, capture the keys. Step two, kill the guards. Step three, open the doors. Step four escape to the woods.
Will all the guards at the mines, the camp was completely deserted as we drove through. We tore from the camp to the main and kicked it up a gear. Since most of the prisoners were usually in the mines, there were no need for fences.
"Ha! We made it Brock! We're freed." My celebrating was cut short when I felt the force of an explosion right behind me. I was about to look behind me, but stopped when multiple explosion came all around me. My motorcycle groaned under the strains before finally sending me flying through the air and into the water of the river running parallel with the road.
As I hit the water, I heard the sound of helicopter blades and the murky images of an attack chopper as I sank into the water.
Brock...no. Everything faded to black.
When I came too I had some how made it back on shore. It was lying on my back, but I wasn't alone. Looking down on me was girl. She had my head in her lap and her lips were forming words, but I couldn't make them out. The girl looked my age, maybe a year or two younger. Light colored skin and long brown hair. And I knew exactly who she was.
"May..."
A/N: Sorry about the last part of the chapter being sloppy. Sometimes I just don't know how to put it down in words.
Next order of business, I'm going to write two more chapters for this story before ending it. I mentioned this on my other story. I'm trying to finish all my older stories so I can work on some new ones.
I am planning on writing a sequel for this later on.
The next chapter will be...whenever? Please leave a review and follow/favorite if you like the story. Later readers.