Chase didn't swing the chair when Simms charged, he backed up as the big man approached and forcefully threw it, aiming for Simms' legs in an effort to trip the man up. As soon as the chair was out of his hands, instead of reaching for the plastic shank, he dove over the top of the table and slid to the other side in an effort to put yet another barrier between himself and Simms. Keys held tightly in his hand, he made a beeline straight for the open doorway.
Chase only knew the directions to one place in this facility, and that was precisely where he'd come from only moments before. He moved as fast as his injured body could carry him to the cellblock door, knowing that once he got Owen and Oliver out this whole nightmare would be over. Hell, increasing the number of people out of their cells at all would be a win. One hand tried the door just to check if it was locked while the other fumbled with the keys to get the first one into the lock.
Wrong key.
"Shit. Shit," he hissed at himself, knowing he didn't have time for this. Or time at all.