The Showdown

Once I had left the prison, I hurried down the hallway to a cross hall. Still empty. I had done my best to count the corners and turns on the way in here. I took a few wrong turns, but eventually, I found the entrance.

There were guards here, of course. They gathered around a computer screen, watching something and snickering. I had to get to the door, but they would see me as I ran past.

It was time for my diversion. Grabbing a handful of the pills, I hauled back, then chucked them as hard as I could into another hallway. They skittered loudly along the slick floor into the darkness.

The guard station erupted. Several ran into the hallway, guns in hand, shouting about intruders. Only two remained at their station and they had their eyes riveted on the chase.

I bolted to