Running wild and running free Who: Demi Rafferty, Hellhound Officers, Nina Clarke & Gemma Wagner Where: Inside La Quinta, eventually at the East Door on the first floor. What: Jailbreak part 3: Demi and the Hellhound officers getting the hell out of dodge. When: After noon, January 7th.
Long live the pioneers Rebels and mutineers Go forth and have no fear Come close and lend an ear So, all hail the underdogs All hail the new kids All hail the outlaws It's our time to make a move It's our time to make amends
There was a tension in the air, maybe only a tension Demi felt, but it was there heavy and present. As she stepped out into the yard, her mind was already racing with the list of events that needed to transpire, her own responsibilities right at the forefront of her mind. Whatever the distraction was, Demi needed to be ready to act the minute it happened, ready to find their guys and put La Quinta in their rear view mirror. Of course she wondered what kind of distraction Adelaide, Noa and Rome might have concocted, but a large part of her mind told her it wasn't her concerned - that it would be big enough that she would know it once it happened.
So when the explosion sounded, Demi sprang into action, shoving past anyone who got in her way or tried to stop her. She couldn't remember the last time she had ran so fast, the hallways all a blur as she wove her way through the hellhole they called a prison, voices calling out, maybe yelling at her to stop, a few hands even tried to grab her, but all they received in return was a swift elbow to the face before Demi was charging forward again, her booted feet thudding against the grungy carpet in the hallways as she grew closer and closer to her destination until finally she skid around the last corner and came to an abrupt stop outside of the men's gen pop.
“Shit,” Demi cursed when she saw the man still standing guard, the rest of the COs having made a mad dash for the explosion sight no doubt. She didn't have a weapon, but the man was familia to her for reasons she didn't care to remember, she didn't need those memories clouding her mind right now. Yet, she could remember his name was Jackson and he walked with a limp, as if he had a weak knee - if she could catch him off guard maybe she could get his weapon and remove him from the equation.
Ducking back around the corner, she stood just far enough back to remain unseen as she called out “Hey Jackson, are you going to stand there or get your ass in gear and come help us?” Demi called in a gruff voice, making it as deep as possible and hoping that with all the commotion he wouldn't pick up on the fact that it wasn't one of his fellow COs calling to him. She let out a sigh of relief when Jackson hollered back with a “Fuck, I’m on my way,” and the heavy thud of footsteps could be heard moving in her direction. Taking a deep breath, Demi waited until he stepped into the hallway she was hiding in, delivering a well placed elbow to the face that had him clutching at his nose. Taking the opportunity that gave her, she grabbed onto his head with blow hands and swiftly pulled him down, his face connecting with her knee, the impact setting him off balance enough that she was able to grab his handgun out of it’s holster and aim it at him.
“Hate to break it to you, but you won't be joining you friends,” Demi sneered as she aimed the gun at his knee and fired. She knew she could have killed the guy, and she would have been justified in doing it - but she had never taken a life and she wasn’t prepared to do it now. If some other inmate chose to end him, Demi would feel no remorse over that fact though.
With the gun still in hand, she stepped out of the hallway and jogged towards the entrance to the men's gen pop, heaving the door open and stepping inside. Her dark eyes scanned the room, taking note of the inmates who stopped and stared as a woman entered their area. They weren't her concern though and she let out a huge sigh of relief when she spotted the Hellhound officers. “Get your asses in gear guys,” Demi called out to them, the hand that wasn’t holding the handgun was placed on her hip and a barely contained smirk was tugging at her mouth. “They'd waiting for us to get out of this hellhole, so we don’t have all fucking day.” And there was no doubt in her mind that the COs would eventually realize what was happening and make one hell of a beeline for the men's gen pop and the Hellhounds that resided inside - so they needed to be gone before that happened.