One switch, a loud clack of doors closing tightly. Lockdown. Amongst the screams of psychopaths, hoots of rapists and soft weeping of thieves and other criminals, Damion had smiled again, Charlie was finally transferred to another cell. He hoped he would, knowing that if Charlie ratted him out for breaking his term restrictions, he'd find a way to kill him without hesitation. With a cell to himself once more, Damion was at peace within. One thing remained however. 

"Hannah, if 당신 fight him alone, you'll get killed... I can't sit in this GOD DAMN JAIL, and let him make 당신 his.. You're mine only.. MINE!!" Damion screamed, the door rattled along with each outburst. 

The rattling door caught Damion's attention, he walked up to it and scanned his mechanical eyes over it. 

"Hmm.. Corroded as all fuck.. Only paint hides how pathetically weak this cell door is~" Damion murmured to himself, then looked out his small window. 

Only one guard, and he was fast asleep with headphones in, from the looks of it, listening to Careless Whisper on full blast. 

"One kick, the door is down, guards gone to lunch with one useless rookie, belly slide down the corridor, turn out all the lights, Warden is in his office drinking coffee and 읽기 porn, of course, pass 의해 the shriveled fuck. Break room is in front of the main hall, dead lights mean that guys are searching, pass their flashlight beams and go into the atrium, must reach Gate B, kill switch for full site lockdown and let all the Sector 10 inmates loose, they'll be too busy rounding up drunks and crack users to notice me climb Gate B and out of the facility. After that, run like lightning hell and jump straight into the nearest canal. Canal DeRhone will do, follow its course, hide in a fishing vessel at the nearest dock, most head to Alexander Bay, from there I waltz straight to Hannah's- No, they'll expect me to go there, instead, I'll use my alternative identity to open up one of my many safes in Fort Grumley banks and use the money to check into Easton Hotel. From there, it'll be exactly 2:07pm, they'll be serving 칵테일 새우 and oak smoked ribs, buy two orders of those, Grilled Tilapia with 망고 salsa, and a sharp 1947 Burgundy, perfect," Damion chuckled softly. 

With this, he beat down the door, belly sliding down the corridor, he stopped when the incline was too shallow, instead running. 

"Well that changes my meal to 2:45~ DAMN IT~!" he hissed, running rapidly. 

With this he saw the breaker, opening it easily as a foolish guard irresponsibly left the key on top, then turned out all the lights. 

With that he turned right, seeing an unmoved older penguin, down to his sleepwear, staring intently at a monitor, to which Damion sighed, hearing men shouting. 

"What a waste of life.." he gagged. 

To the shouts, several guards with flashlights scanned the room, Damion's infrared eyes soon picked up, allowing him full vision in the dark, he slipped quietly in between each flashlight beam, like a living personification of darkness itself, and ran quietly on his relatively small feet. He then saw a single emergency "Exit" sign light up, and the bold letters "Gate B" illuminated. Following this, he saw the control panel for all of the prison's cells, locked 의해 a passcode. 

"Oh please! I didn't take computer science in 4th grade for nothing!" he muttered to himself, pressing the "Emergency" key and rapidly typing "69" and "101%FG1T", knowing well of the prison staff's lack of maturity. 

Upon doing this, he was granted access, and a menu appeared. The option "Lockdown Procedures" caught his eyes in a second, tapping it and disabling security cameras, wiping their film, opening one hundred cells, and turning the lights back on. 

As soon as this was completed, he jumped up, climbed Gate B, and ran. It was now that he heard the emergency sirens wailing loudly. Men screamed, as security officers were called in, and an entire platoon of policepenguins armed with assault rifles assembled. Damion ran faster, finally seeing a body of water: The DeRhone Canal. Without hesitation, he jumped in. 

The escape of Doctor Ignatious Damion Keller, one hundred attempted breakouts, and a massive breach of security 의해 opportunistic felons happened in the span of twelve minutes, and forty-seven seconds. 

"My goodness, do 당신 see that sir?" asked a female penguin, tapping the shoulder of another. 

"See what?" a taller male with a aqua blue tie, grey suit, and shades replied. 

"There's been a massive breakout at Beltin Prison, a hundred inmates, all of varying degrees of conviction escaped, even a mad scientist from a few years back. Scary stuff going on out there, being rich in this city is both a benefit and a danger these days.. Oh! I'm sorry sir, I never got your name!" she inquired sincerely. 

"My name? Why yes, Alexander P. Massarotti. Call me, Mr. Massarotti, heheh," he chuckled a bit. 

"Such a... Mob-ish, name... Haha! Nah, it means you're one of those Italian boys, right?" she asked. 

"Why certainly," he chuckled. 

In the cushioned 좌석 of the Executive Dining Lounge, both Massarotti and a few others sat in complete conversation. Gossip turned to truth, 샐러드 plates into appetizers, water into wine, and now came the main course. 

With precision matched only 의해 a microscopic needle, an array of waiters and waitresses paraded in, silver-covered dishes and tall, crystal goblets with rims flaked in gold were arranged into a floral 디자인 of sorts. In rapid, almost harmonic profession, the waitresses removed every silver cover, revealing a 봉고차, 반 Gogh among culinary design. It was as if color could be smelled, art could be tasted, and the mistress Beauty, could finally be touched. 

"Perfect, it's exactly 2:45, and the Grilled Tilapia looks done to absolute care and love! Oh, umm.. Waiter? May I have a 1947 Burgundy with my meal?" asked Massarotti.