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Ch 14

Wufei looked over the men in his small group sparring with each other. Blocks and swift kicks flew in multiple directions and he felt something inside him ignite. They were so very close. The necessary pieces were falling in place and that was all that mattered. His mind was fixated and he thought of nothing else. Every time one of the 'core', as he called the fighters he had picked out, were able to attain a small piece of information that got them closer to their goals he quickly incorporated it into the plan and sought the next chunk.

The group in front of him was larger now than the initial core, additions of inmates that had to be made in order to get the operation to work. Whether they were necessary or they were smart enough to figure out that there was something going on, they had needed to be added. All things considered, approximately fifty people participating in his classes out of the twelve hundred inmates in the prison was not that large of a number to know that there would be an attempted break out. Of course there were those that knew, but weren't learning the fighting, but the secret seemed to be better maintained then Wufei would have anticipated. Apparently a lot of people were very focused on getting out. Especially since most of them had multiple life sentences to their name.

Donovan of course knew what was happening. But Wufei had plans for him on the way out.

For actual training, Wufei did not even attempt to teach the men his fighting style that had been ingrained in him since childhood. It took him years to master it and it would be the same for them. Instead he focused on teaching them quick-effective take-downs and blocks. It would be necessary for certain situations if they encountered resistance.

He also began asking them to find out little things. Where maintenance closets were, where the security camera bay was, which security guards had what habits, what corridors led where, where were any helpful implements that they could grab. Some of the information was useless, like the security camera bay. They found it, but it was on the way to the warden's office on the second level and would not be an effective strategy despite the desire to knock them out somehow.

Another problem was the supplies they would need. Especially to open the doors to the cell blocks. It was controlled in a room that could be auto-locked from the inside. Just because certain areas the prison were lax in security did not mean that it was echoed in other areas of the facilities.

Everyone who knew that something was going to happen was on their best behavior most of the time. No one knew exactly when it was going to happen and neither did Wufei. He knew what he needed and he had been waiting for it as patiently as a man with a purpose could.

He had talked with Marcus three weeks prior.

"I need pills." He spoke abruptly and softly next to Marcus in the cafeteria line.

Marcus frowned, "I did not think you were a pill popper Wufei. Why the sudden change?"

"Not for me and not speed or E or whatever your normal clientele asked for." Wufei hissed quietly. He was not someone that would wreck his body that way. "I need constipation medication and vomiting pills."

Marcus cringed slightly. "You want pills that make you vomit and pills that will make you have diarrhea? Seriously?"

Wufei nodded. "We're going to have an epidemic on our hands."

Marcus was thoughtful for a while, "That's easy. I'll put an order for it tomorrow. Anything else? I'm starting to get impatient. I would really like to get out of here soon."

"Agreed." His voice was full of resentment that he still felt. The time passing had not lessened it any further. It didn't grow, but it didn't shrink. "We are of course going to need transport away from the facility. I would prefer not to be in cars."

Marcus nodded, "That will be easy and I have it lined up I just need to give them the go ahead."

"The other thing I will need will be very expensive and hard to come by." Marcus's eyes narrowed, but he nodded to continue. "EMP emitters. Six of them."

Marcus looked like he was thinking, "What are those?"

"Electromagnetic pulse emitters. They can disrupt electric circuits. We need six. The ones we need are small, about the size of a nine volt battery, two inches by half an inch but about a quarter inch thick. And I need a timer attached to one of them."

"Sounds like they are difficult to procure." Wufei nodded in confirmation as they moved towards the end of the cafeteria line. "I will see what I can do."

"Do that. Without them this plan will take a lot longer. I'll have to think of another way."

Three weeks and he didn't have what he needed. Three weeks of waiting. Everything else was now ready to go. He knew which ways they would go and what times they would go at. The waiting was getting to him. One of Marcus's men was coming across the yard towards the group and nodded to Wufei. He stepped close and spoke urgently, "There's going to be a guard switch on Friday. Some of the new recruits will be doing a test run on Thursday." Four days away. "They're bringing in a new batch of recruits and the old ones are moving off to another facility." Wufei glared at the man who backed away quickly.

Don't kill the messenger. It was a good adage to live by, but still Wufei couldn't help the fact that he really wanted to rip the head off this messenger. All their planning would be going to waste unless they made their move on Wednesday or Thursday at the latest and they still did not have their emitters. The guards would change, which means their habits would change and who they could bribe would change. Fuck!

He glowered over the group and in front of him and growled before trying to calm himself. A little over eight months of rotting in this place for something that he should not have had to deal with. The first three were spent in a dark room and with the stupid idea of hope, from who he thought his friends had been and the idea of freedom by law. And now more than five of watching and planning and waiting for everything to align only to be screwed over by guard switching. This was not what he wanted. This was not supposed to happen!

Wufei moved off and started moving through his old katas till he could calm himself. He needed focus. Perhaps there would be another way that would come to mind if he just focused.

Yard time was called and everyone moved off for the rest of the day. Wufei tried to remain focused throughout the rest of the afternoon, but his mind was drawing a complete blank. He couldn't think of a second escape route. Nothing was coming. He was an excellent mission writer, but if you did not have the resources you needed what were you supposed to do?

That night Wufei lay down during the final free period of the day and stared up at the beaten old mattress above him. He blanked his mind before he could feel that crush that he had the day his possible freedom had been denied. Trent walked in and stood by the gate. He swallowed something in his hand and stepped further in sitting down at the foot of Wufei's bed.

"Why so glum, chum?" Wufei glared at the man in front of him. Despite knowing what he had done in the past the man had not changed his attitude much, despite his reactions the first night he told him he was a Gundam pilot.

"They are changing the guards on Friday with testers on Thursday. If we don't get what we need by tomorrow at the latest we can't get out for at least another two months. Longer than that if we need to learn which guards can be bribed again."

It didn't seem to faze Trent at all. He got up, moved to the back of the cell and started doing jumping jacks rapidly. Wufei frowned at him, but ignored him as long as he could. Two minutes later he growled out, "What are you doing idiot?"

"Getting really sweaty" was the reply. Wufei frowned and tilted his back to look at Trent moving rapidly up and down. He looked red in the face and was sweating a little more than normal. Wufei stood up confused as Trent stopped jumping. He looked a little pale now. Flushed and pale. He grinned at him though, "Hug me and I'll give you a present." He said. Wufei frowned as the boy held out his arms.

"No."

"Come on, Wufei. Trust me. You'll like it." Trust. Ha. He wouldn't make that mistake. After looking at his pleading face for a short while Wufei stepped up, moved towards the boy and hugged him as briefly as humanly possible and stepped back.

"Now why are you acting like a lunatic?" He held out his palm. And in it was a small bag...with five EMPs in it. Wufei reached forward and grabbed it cautiously. "They came in today." Wufei smiled as he held them in his hand. This was it. The key to everything. He felt relief rush shoot through him, followed by an adrenaline rush of excitement.

Wufei felt Trent's hand on his shoulder and looked up. "I have the timer. I've set it for Thursday, at the end of lunch. I need to place it on the green pipe. Correct?" Wufei nodded. "Eight months, Wufei. And I've never seen you smile like this." Quicker then Wufei ever saw him move Trent leaned in and pressed his lips to Wufei's before backing off quickly, looking paler by the minute. "I took a puking pill fifteen minutes ago. I'm looking sick and sweaty. It's time to find a guard." And he left the cell. Wufei was stunned momentarily, but then stuck the baggy in his waist band and headed out to the deck outside. Trent was moving slowly and weaving, miss-stepping every few feet, till he got to one of the guards. He vomited and fell over sideways, holding his stomach. Those pills were either really strong or he was an excellent actor. The guard hauled him to his feet, where he promptly keeled over at the waist and vomited again, before he was hauled out by the guard on the way to the medical bay.

It began.

TBC...

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