Eggman Empire Posted July 5, 2010 Report Share Posted July 5, 2010 *Location:Queensland republic* A set of binoculars was trained on the detention facility in the distance. The jail was located in what might have well been a desert. Nothing but dirt and the occasional piece of shrubbery dotted the landscape. In the daytime it was hot and humid, and in the nighttime it was chilly. The prison itself was made to house different types of law-breakers. There was a main facility which housed the general riff-raft, and two secondary facilities. One contained high-risk inmates who were guilty of such things as multiple accounts of murder, arson, assault, and such other violent crimes. The other building contained people viewed as dangerous to the government; political prisoners, in other words. The man using the binoculars decided that the latter building held his target. In truth, the long distance visual observation wasn't needed. The man had spent a month going over detailed maps and schematics of the prison. He knew everything about the prison. The guard shifts, the prisoners, their locations, what was going to be on the menu that day...In short, he knew exactly when and where to strike, and that time was now. He hopped into a truck he had "acquired" and took off down the road towards the prison. Behind the wheel, Hank smiled. Soon vengeance would be his. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Eggman Empire Posted July 6, 2010 Author Report Share Posted July 6, 2010 Breaking into the secondary compound was laughably easy. The place was set up like normal prisons, in-so-much as it was focused on keeping inmates in, rather then someone like him out. That is to say, there were measures in place to prevent a break-in, but they proved no challenge for Hank. Soon he was inside the actual building itself. To avoid immediate suspicion, he wore a prison guard uniform and hat. At a distance, he was just another guard. It was the graveyard shift, and not many personnel roamed the corridors. His first stop on this little quest for vengeance, however, was the CnC room. You can't very well sneak around and go places you're not authorized with five different cameras watching you. As he approached the door to the CnC, Hank found it guarded by a quartet of baton wielding guards. A minute later, the last of the guards slumped over, unconscious. Normally, Hank would have killed all of them, but his intel of the place told him all guards here were wearing special devices that monitored their vitals. If anyone flat-lined, the alarm would be sounded and Hank would be out of luck. Hank quickly pulled an ID card out of a guard's pocket and swiped it through the door's scanner. It clicked open and he quietly entered. From the hall, a series of muffled thumps and grunts could be heard, before Hank exited the room looking quite smug. He continued his way down the building. His target was being held in a maximum security cell on the basement level. He traversed the distance easily, knocking out any guard unfortunate enough to run into him. Soon he was at his destination. A single door at the end of a lone corridor. He inhaled sharply, unlocked the door, and opened it. The man inside did not stir, but spoke. "'Bout time you showed up." Sammy Kintober informed him. "Though you would've been here months ago when I first got locked up." For a man who might be murdered in the next few seconds, Kintober was surprisingly nonchalant. Hank shrugged. "Oh, you know, had a few other mooks I needed to kill before I finished off their boss." Hank replied, equally neutral. Kintober nodded. The awkward silence was broken by Hank chambering a round into the sidearm he had and pointing it at Kintober. "It's funny, you know. The whole reason we're here in this position is because you couldn't just leave me along. I'm just curious: I've heard it from the other scientists, but I haven't heard it from you; Why?" Hank asked. Kintober sighed and looked at the ceiling. "It was never anything against you personally. You just had a gift. You body adapted to anything and healed far quicker then a normal human's. You provided us with a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The was so much your cells and genes could offer us. Wouldn't you do the same thing in our position?" Kintober asked, clearly non-apologetic. Hank shrugged. "Maybe. I don't think I'd kidnap innocent children to get what I wanted though." He replied honestly. "You're right. Maybe that's why I experimented on myself too." Kintober answered. "It alleviated my guilt a bit. Knowing that I was also going through what you guys were." Kintober sighed. "You know, if you had waited long enough, my experimentation on myself would've done your job for you." "Probably." Hank replied. "But seeing how my body is also going through what yours is, I'd rather not have you win the time race." He leveled the gun at Kintober's head and tightened his finger around the trigger. "So, any last words?" He asked. Kintober thought for a moment be for replying. "Just this. A man and his doctor are talking. The doctor says 'I've got bad news and worse news.' 'well what's the bad news?' The man says. 'The bad news is you have 24 hours to live.' The doc says. 'That's terrible! What could be worse then that?!' The man replies. 'Well,' says the doctor 'the worse news is I've been trying to reach you since yesterday.'" Kintober said. The two men stared at each other for a moment before Hank cracked a tiny smile. "Always leave 'em laughing, huh?" He asked. "Yeah, pretty much." Kintober said. Hank paused for a moment before saying something else. "Heh." [b]*Bang!*[/b] ----- Hank looked through the rearview mirror and saw the giant spotlights search the grounds as sirens wailed. He'd gotten out right before a guard had woken from his Hank-administered beating and sounded the alarm. It would be a few more minutes before they discovered his target's body. As he drove away from the prison, the only thing he could feel was infuriatingly annoyed. Yes, he had killed the man who had made him like this, but at the same time, Kintober had already killed Hank. Slowly but surely, little by little, Hank's body was rejecting the treatments and augmentations done to him. In a manner of years, Hank would die. His body would literally fall apart from years of chemical alterations. Hank banged the steering wheel in frustration. It didn't seem fair. Even though Kintober was dead, Hank would still have to suffer. As the penitentiary faded from view, Hank swore to himself that if he had to suffer, then by God so would everyone else. And he knew just where to start... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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