I almost came out of my skin at the feeling of something touching my leg. My finger was tight on the trigger, as I took aim at the shadowy outline reaching out from the cell to weakly grasp at my leg. The voice that followed was but a rough whisper of sound, in the stillness of the cellblock, "Kill me."
"Soon." Was all I responded with and the grasp on my leg was released.
I stepped more toward the center of the aisle and continued on down the hall. I drilled the guard coming around a corner and later two more guards, as were they were lounging in an office type room. We were out of the cellblock and more into the administrative side of the prison. I opened a door and literally stepped out into the chill of the outside night air. I held the door for Trent, as I looked around. It couldn't be this easy could it?
There was nothing wrong with having it easy, but it was almost never like this, which caused me to distrust how easy it had been to get Deshavi. We made our way down from the installations of the prison to the old pit floor of the copper mine uncontested.
We made our way down along the edge of the high wall in the darkness, as above us the last glimmer of twilight was fading fast. We passed a darker passageway in the high wall that let off a horrific stench. It was likely that they used the old tunnel for the disposal of bodies. Rounding a corner I could see the illuminated rode up out of the pit. It was heavily guarded.
It would be a firefight, if we tried to get out through that way and I wasn't going to risk Deshavi like that. That meant that Plan B was in effect. I un-slung my heavy pack and unsnapped the grapple gun from it. I looked upwards to judge the height of the high wall. I placed it at about 60 feet high and I had 80 feet of rope to go with the grappling hook.
The hook would overshoot the edge by 10 feet or so leaving me with 5 to 10 feet of extra rope. It was enough, but way too close for comfort. One of us would have to climb up the rope and then secure it better. Then pull up Deshavi and toss the rope down to the remaining individual. It wouldn't be easy, but it would work. I set the grapple gun firmly against the pit floor bottom and angled it upward.
Alarms rang out into the night echoing a dirge that I'd been expecting long before now. The entire pit lit up like a baseball park. They had work light display carriages parked intermittently all along the rim of the pit. The light shined down on us with a brilliant intensity.