bars.
“Huh…” the SAS said as he noticed movement.
He came closer. My heart rate soared. He reached down and swiped them up. He was just out of reach; I threw my boot with all my strength. It crashed into his stomach and he bent over. I readied my other boot and gave it a toss. Luckily he was just raising his head and it nailed him square in the nose. He fell back moaning, but he was SAS. So I didn’t think he was done. I carefully reached through the energy bars, knife in hand. Then, I plunged it through his boot and into his foot. He screamed in pain.
“Whappening?” I heard Nevin ask from his cell.
I pulled out my knife as the SAS tried to pull himself away with his arms. His assault rifle sat on the floor beside him I pulled in my arm and stuck my bootless foot through the glowing bars. If I were to get too close it would burn right through my leg. My leg was shaky but it came closer and closer. My toes could barely reach it. I lowered my toes and touched the back of the gun.
I carefully eased it closer, though it was a struggle. The SAS was still in pain, but it appeared that he was going to try and get the rifle as well. He began pulling himself back toward the rifle. I finally scooted close enough for my heel to slide the gun close. It was within reach now. I pulled my leg back and reached my hand out. I grabbed the gun’s handle and jerked it through the gap of the bars. I pulled it up to my shoulder and sprayed a burst of bullets into the SAS. He fell over silent. Somehow, killing him had been easier than the last man. Perhaps it was him being the second, or perhaps it was the real and direct threat he posed to my own life.
“He’s done!” I called out.
“Who?” Nevin questioned.
“The sentry!” I called back.
Butler was closer to the panel. He had a view of the direct side of the panel.
“Ben!” I yelled.
“What?” he asked.
“Throw your boots at the panel,” I answered.
“Why?”
“Maybe it will shut off at least one of our cells!”
“I’ll try…” he said. “But I don’t think it will work.”
I saw a boot fly out of the cell toward the panel. It hit. Nothing happened. Then, there was another, it too successfully hit the panel. The energy directly across from my cell flickered then faded.
“Aaah!” I screamed angrily.
“Now what?” Nevin asked.
“I don’t know...” I mumbled.
We waited around silently, my mind feeling beaten from the failure. But then a risky idea came to mind.
“Guys… I’m gonna shoot the control panel.”
“What!” Nevin said in an alarmed tone. “We could break it and these bars would be here forever!”
“Or… it could shut them all down,” I reasoned.
I took aim squeezed the trigger and a stream of bullets roared into the control panel. It began to emit sparks as the bullets ripped through its thin metal casing. Loud pops and crackles filled the air, along with the noise of the assault weapon.
Then, as a bullet hit something vital, flames spewed out of the bullet holes. I stopped my assault with six rounds left in the gun. I stared at the energy bars for what seemed like a minute, but I knew was much shorter. Then, they flickered and faded.
“Yes!” I exclaimed happily, “Oh, yes!”
“Freedom,” Nevin sighed.
We all hurried out of the cells into the main room. “We need to find the armory,” I ordered.
We ran towards the door and then noticed something... it was closed.
“Oh curses!” Nevin sighed loudly.
Once again, I found myself wishing Philip was nearby. Then, the door began to slide away and right in front of us were two SAS, with no weapons other than a pair of holstered pistols. They looked surprised to see us instead of their friend. I
“Huh…” the SAS said as he noticed movement.
He came closer. My heart rate soared. He reached down and swiped them up. He was just out of reach; I threw my boot with all my strength. It crashed into his stomach and he bent over. I readied my other boot and gave it a toss. Luckily he was just raising his head and it nailed him square in the nose. He fell back moaning, but he was SAS. So I didn’t think he was done. I carefully reached through the energy bars, knife in hand. Then, I plunged it through his boot and into his foot. He screamed in pain.
“Whappening?” I heard Nevin ask from his cell.
I pulled out my knife as the SAS tried to pull himself away with his arms. His assault rifle sat on the floor beside him I pulled in my arm and stuck my bootless foot through the glowing bars. If I were to get too close it would burn right through my leg. My leg was shaky but it came closer and closer. My toes could barely reach it. I lowered my toes and touched the back of the gun.
I carefully eased it closer, though it was a struggle. The SAS was still in pain, but it appeared that he was going to try and get the rifle as well. He began pulling himself back toward the rifle. I finally scooted close enough for my heel to slide the gun close. It was within reach now. I pulled my leg back and reached my hand out. I grabbed the gun’s handle and jerked it through the gap of the bars. I pulled it up to my shoulder and sprayed a burst of bullets into the SAS. He fell over silent. Somehow, killing him had been easier than the last man. Perhaps it was him being the second, or perhaps it was the real and direct threat he posed to my own life.
“He’s done!” I called out.
“Who?” Nevin questioned.
“The sentry!” I called back.
Butler was closer to the panel. He had a view of the direct side of the panel.
“Ben!” I yelled.
“What?” he asked.
“Throw your boots at the panel,” I answered.
“Why?”
“Maybe it will shut off at least one of our cells!”
“I’ll try…” he said. “But I don’t think it will work.”
I saw a boot fly out of the cell toward the panel. It hit. Nothing happened. Then, there was another, it too successfully hit the panel. The energy directly across from my cell flickered then faded.
“Aaah!” I screamed angrily.
“Now what?” Nevin asked.
“I don’t know...” I mumbled.
We waited around silently, my mind feeling beaten from the failure. But then a risky idea came to mind.
“Guys… I’m gonna shoot the control panel.”
“What!” Nevin said in an alarmed tone. “We could break it and these bars would be here forever!”
“Or… it could shut them all down,” I reasoned.
I took aim squeezed the trigger and a stream of bullets roared into the control panel. It began to emit sparks as the bullets ripped through its thin metal casing. Loud pops and crackles filled the air, along with the noise of the assault weapon.
Then, as a bullet hit something vital, flames spewed out of the bullet holes. I stopped my assault with six rounds left in the gun. I stared at the energy bars for what seemed like a minute, but I knew was much shorter. Then, they flickered and faded.
“Yes!” I exclaimed happily, “Oh, yes!”
“Freedom,” Nevin sighed.
We all hurried out of the cells into the main room. “We need to find the armory,” I ordered.
We ran towards the door and then noticed something... it was closed.
“Oh curses!” Nevin sighed loudly.
Once again, I found myself wishing Philip was nearby. Then, the door began to slide away and right in front of us were two SAS, with no weapons other than a pair of holstered pistols. They looked surprised to see us instead of their friend. I
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