Recollection returns and I murmur, “Avianna…?”
This is so confusing. Just as I was wrapping my head around Angelito’s twin sister possibly being here, skulking around the prison, he pops up to taunt me in the dark? That’s far too big a coincidence for my inherent skepticism.
I know in my core that the voice from moments ago belonged to my little bird. Either they’re both here, or the mystery girl was…
Rubbing the daze from my eyes, I keep moving with conviction. I need to find answers before someone else does.
Before they find me.
The eerie silence that followed the crash is being swallowed by lots of noise. Most of it in the distance, likely from general population. Though there are muffled moans and aggrieved cries coming from within the East cells, corridors permeating blood and death and devastation.
My stomach bunches into a tight and unforgiving knot.
Jonathan…
Swallowing is suddenly difficult.
Last I heard, he was in the prison. They were all supposed to be here…It was part of the plan.But thennothinghas been going according to plan recently, especially where Jonathan is concerned.
My muscles tense at the thought.
If he dies…
No. Stop.
He’s not dead.
If anything is going to kill him, it’s going to beme, and it’ll be when I’m good and ready.
Gunfire startles me out of my mild panic and rampant searching of the East Wing corridors. And I’m immediately on alert, rushing to the back exit.
Outside of the prison, I pause to let the cool rain hit my face, closing my eyes and pulling stormy ocean air deep into my lungs.
I amalive.
“Nice try,” I say to Alabaster Penitentiary with a smirk. “Keeptrying, querida. Knock yourself out. But you will never kill me.Ikillyou, not the other way around.”
Wandering around the exterior of the prison, I’m gazing over the visible destruction. I don’t even need to find the source to know what did it, but of course, I can see. The guard tower fell onto the East Wing.
Welp, there you have it.
It really was only a matter of time…
More gunfire echoes, coming from inside the prison. Specifically the west. I have no walkie, or cell phone on me, which means I have no insight as to what’s going on. Inmates could be trying to escape… Though, to be fair, they’ve had hours to attempt that, what with Lexington Deon and his DIY computer disabling the entire server system with the press of a few buttons.
Man, that cute hacker niño really jacked things up for me.
I wonder if he actually made it to his demise, or if that too was bungled like every other job I’ve givenanyonerecently.
Here’s what happened…
We were all set to lock Jonathan and his cohorts inside the prison until he agreed to return to his place at my feet when Carlito called me to say the storm had knocked out the servers. Of course, I knew that wasn’t what happened.
The power wasn’t out yet in the prison, and the servers are on their own power supply, even more secure than the backup power for the prison itself, meaning the servers are supposed to work without fail, no matter what.
If they’d stopped working, it was due to something else…
Like our very own hacker fucking them up. .
