Now sawing the lock...
'Shhh-haa-shhh-haa-shhh-haa'. The noise penetrates your eardrums,
interupped even so-n-then by a peircing shreik of metal. You freeze as
a man runs by the door shreiking, " ...dj sjhfd fjks &#@)%^$
idiot *#&$^, she bit her tongue, we gonna hafta dfj
jdkfkj..." - most of it cannot be understood, but this is
something you don't need the details on...
Shclunk! You look down to see the majority of the lock has fallen to
the ground. You look meaningfully at the cell door, which waits
patiently for you to open in and sneak ou, quietly and carefully. No
doubt you're going to...
GRRRRBOOONGG! The door bounces off the wall but you've gained too much
distance to hear the vibrations cease. There's the THUD THUD THUD of
your heavy feet (in those ever-so fashionable asylum slippers) as you
sprint down the hall... you think you hear someone say "Eh? WHAT
THE HECK IS..." but you don't stick around to find out... you
know you can do this if you make the right moves... you fake left, go
right at the T-intersection you first come up to... and
then...
"Nyeh-heh-heh-heh-heh..."
