They crawled to the second floor, grabbing onto the rails. A security guard ran forward, shouting obscenities as he tried to hit Jason off the ledge with the butt of his gun. He grabbed the rifle's end, yanking it out of the man's hand and using the strap to swing the heavy weapon into the man's head. Jason and Dick vaulted over the rail, now on solid footing. "Well, that takes care of the guards." Jason picked the rifle up, checking his ammunition. Dick grabbed the muzzle of the rifle warningly. "Goddammit, I told you. We're not killing anyone today." Jason scowled, throwing the weapon onto the ground. "Fine. What's our next step then?"
"You know the way around the place."
"Yeah, before they turned this place into a fucking base."
"Still. You know the separate wings, yeah?"
"Yeah." Jason responded. "I do."
"Then that's our next step. We get our gear back." Jason began walking down the hall, followed by Dick. He suddenly stopped, grabbing his shoulder.
"Ow! What?" Dick grunted indignantly, pushing Jason's hand off his bruised shoulder and nursing it.
"The supply vault. Same building where they keep the artifacts."
"What artifacts? What's a bunch of fossils gonna-wait a minute." Dick's eyes widened, realizing the implications.
"They're letting prisoners out, Dick. A riot is starting. And we need to shut this place down. What better way to do it than with an umbrella, a freeze gun and a jetpack?"
"I like your thinking, Hood."
"Good. Then let's get the hell out of here." They both ran down the halls, looking for the closest exit.
"Our first priority is to get some feed set up." Dick panted as he jogged. "I need Oracle on the line."
"God, you're boring. Ever do something without the help of a nosy redhead?"
"Watch your mouth, Todd. There's a lot of things a redhead could help with."