Who. Riley O'Connell, Cora Meyers, Jamie Loran (and Peter Flynn and Thom Noble if you guys want to jump in!) What. JAIL BREAK. Where. The previously stated undisclosed location where the Resistance has been keeping them When. Late Friday night, November 11th 2011 Warnings. Violence and language, probably.
It hadn't been easy, but they'd come up with a plan. They were only ever able to talk about it during shift changes, so every day for the ten seconds it took for a guard to be replaced, Cora and Riley plotted. It wasn't the best plan they or their counter parts had ever had, but they'd for sure had far worse, and right now? It was either this, or stay locked up forever and eventually die. She was already weak from the shit they were passing off as food in this place, from the hours upon hours they'd spent 'questioning' her. Her body was a mess of cuts and bruises and all her bones ached, but none of that was going to stop her now. It was worth a try at least, and at this point, Riley was ready to try anything. Anything that meant the possibility of her getting out of this dump. She didn't have any family to go back to like Cora did, but she did have Brady, and as much of a jack ass as he was, she wasn't too keen on their last conversation being the last one they ever had. No. She wouldn't let that happen.
At exactly eleven P.M. on the dot, Riley shut her eyes, feeling the steady thumping of her heart beating loudly in her chest before willing her body to spring into action. It was now or never. Give it all you've got, Hood. With a grunt she pushed herself up from where she'd been sitting against the wall for the past two hours, grabbing hold of the bars like she always did and immediately started on her usual tirade.
"Hey, you!" She called out to the male guard sitting on his stupid stool just a few feet away. He looked over at her with a look of annoyance, which she couldn't blame him for. She'd been mouthing off to him for weeks, and with good reason. Many times before this she and Cora had been practicing. Getting the guards mad enough that they wouldn't be too scared to get right in their faces on the other side of the bars. That was what Riley was counting on now. "You think we could get a little more water over here? We're fucking dying of thirst, I should be reporting you to the Human Rights people! Do you even know the meaning of the word 'oppressed'?! I can keep going like this all night, so you just tell me when you get sick of listening to it! Anyone ever tell you, you look like the wrong side of a dogs arsehole?"