Feb 3
☀️-- Getting out of his own cell had been a bit of a feat, breaking anyone else out between shifts was even more so. Yet he wasted no time when he recognized the lanky redheaded man in the cell next to his own. The key card he had stolen, which he hardly felt bad about considering the situation (or rather, he'd decided that he could feel bad about it later), didn't allow him access to much. The person he'd gotten it from musn't have very high clearance.
But that was the least of the worries for right now. That was without taking in all of the odd machines and dangers lurking outside of the effective cell block.
The door was opened. "Badou? Are you all right?"
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