26-12-2024, 12:52 AM
Quote:[3rd April 5590, 1830 Hours]
The Clock Strikes 9
Special Holding Cell #019
Bronislav paced around his cramped cell with impatience as he waited for his dinner to arrive. Once he'd been president of the nation and now he was confined to a small cell with a bucket for a toilet and a mattress that had more fleas than feathers. He gritted his teeth imaging the suffering he would inflict on his enemies if he had the chance, he had prayed to god every day since his arrest in Kaesama, when the vermin that called themselves "patriots" stormed his office for the same party that launched the Coup, the despicable Kalistani lapdogs of the KPP. Sometimes he wondered if he should have pulled out his pistol and simply shot as many as he could before he himself was riddled with assault rifles, but then again he was already sitting on his bed before he had a chance to grab it from his desk drawer. Deep in thought a loud tremor shook the entirety of the prison, rattling his bedframe and sending him stumbling to the side. He pressed his face through the bars of his door as far as he could to see what the commotion was. Jackbooted footsteps of frantically paced guards ran through the halls barking incomprehensible orders from afar. The next sound was the staccato crack of machinegun fire, Bronislav smiled as he began fantasizing, were his prayers finally answered? Had other prisoners begun to stage a breakout? Had some sympathetic guards taken heard his plea? Fire alarms blared as screams and gunfire grew closer and closer.
[1835 Hours]
"Double quick get to the fucking armory now, we have a possible breakout!" Lieutentant Petiri sprinted as fast as he could down the cramped halls, alarms blaring and red emergency bulbs the only source of light in the concrete fortress. He turned a corner and slammed the armory door open with three of his fellow guards, to his surprise seeing four of them already inside wearing vests and loading submachine guns, not noticing the red arm bands. "Thank god you guys got here, Warden says he wants all of us to find whatever that explosion was asap!", The other guard racking a round replying "Understood, the 4 lockers over there are loaded, arm yourselves." Petiri and his 3 comrades ran to the lockers and flung them open only to find them all empty, confused he turned and saw the four men aiming their guns at them. Before he could inquire his confusion was answered as he and his 3 deputies were riddled with 9mm automatic fire, he was dead before he hit the floor.
[1840 Hours]
PT-Puma had after the signal was given flawlessly set off the condensed Semtex charges, and systematically cleared the first entry point of the cell block. Many a confused guard without the arm bands to signify their allegiance were cut down before firing a shot. Their black balaclavas stained in crimson they proceeded cell by cell as prisoners yelling and hollering like caged animals screamed, some scared some joyously. The conditions were deplorable, Petr became more and more furious as they pushed on, he knew his leader was held in this squalor. He turned the corner and nearly opened fire on a group of guards before noticing the arm bands. "Are you guys Puma?" Petr nodded and lowered his gun. "Bout time, we've neutralized most of the guards in this cell block but the Warden is in a panic room."
"Where is comrade Bronislavs cell?" Barked Petr. The leader of the renegade guards replied "Right this way comrade, Cell #019 is just down the hall..."