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The so familiar beeping of the handcuffs woke Tadashi up from his restless slumber. He sat up, confused. It was too soon, probably only about a couple hours since the last meeting. Were they going to interrogate him constantly now, in hopes of retrieving the files that were now lost forever?
He waited for the mysterious figure to come again, tensing at the thought of Hiro being hurt by these insane people, but the door did not open. And to his confusion and slight excitement, the handcuffs opened and fell off. Rubbing his sore wrists, he went up and timidly turned the knob. Tadashi slowly swung the door outward, peeking out. The hallway lights were off, for the first time he had known. He knew that they kept video surveillance on his room and in the hallway, but if the lights were off, the handcuffs weren't working, and no one had come swarming in to contain him in the room, was it possible that the power had cut off? He assumed everyone here except the night guards were sleeping. Tadashi had no time to lose. If he was right, and the power wasn't on, then they wouldn't know if he had escaped or not. Which meant he should run and escape.
Stepping out of the doorway, Tadashi noticed something. On the inside of the doorframe was a tiny scrap of paper clinging to the side by tape. He knelt down and peeled it off, careful not to rip it. It had a very short message on it.
'Room 462.P : 3D2F04H31.Run.' The handwriting was scrawled in messy cursive, as if the writer was in a hurry. It seemed a bit familiar. Tadashi's heart leaped. Was it possible that… that the power hadn't gone off by accident? Maybe, in this horrible place, filled with horrible people, there was a good person, helping him escape?
The overwhelming questions roaming in Tadashi's mind were pushed aside for the time being. He had to take the message's advice and get out of there before his captives knew he was gone. He would have to find the room along the way or something - he had no time to lose. Shoving the note in his pocket, Tadashi hurried along, slowing near any momentarily silent doorways, then darting across. He heard no voices, which was strange, but he didn't question it. At the first intersection, he stopped, thought for a moment, then turned right… only to nearly trip over a body.
It was a guard in the robe thing (seriously, what was their deal with dark, black robes? Trying to be the Grim Reaper?), sprawled against the carpet floor. His giant gun was knocked out of his hand. The partner was slumped against the wall, face, neck, and shoulders visible. He had short, dirty blond hair, chiseled features, and a set Tadashi's immediately rising horror, he seemed about 23 - only slightly older than him - not at all fit to be part of this operation. Injected into his neck was a blowdart. Tadashi correctly guessed that it was a sleep tranquilizer. He came to the conclusion that the person who had written the note and most likely cut off the power was the cause of the guards. Who in the world was it, though?
He didn't take their weapons, fearing that they would slow him down from the weight, he would drop it and cause a giant racket, or he would accidentally shoot himself in the leg. Knowing himself, he would most likely do all three… simultaneously, in that order. He continued on, jumping at the tiniest sound. It was slow progress, but Tadashi would rather take it slow and efficient than quick and risky.
He reached a point where the hallway leaded to the left suddenly, and there were no other pathways. Carefully, he tip-toed to the corner, peeking around. There were about 4 to 5 guards standing in front of a doorway that looked like the other entrances to all the rooms Tadashi had passed by on the way.
The Hamada brother apparently hadn't snapped his head back fast enough, since one of them ordered another 2 to go check out what was the movement from where he hid. And they followed the instructions.
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-DragonFire0102