There was an echoing of footsteps, the rather round security guard turning in his seat to face them. The small glimmer of hope died in his eyes as he saw who it was. "Oh, chief. And here I thought someone was coming to relieve me early." He mumbled, leaning back in his chair. The chief grinned wryly. "Nah, just bringing down the new guy. See that he get's acquainted with our friend and his rules." With a hard slap on the younger man's back, the chief returned to his duties. The seated guard sneered, giving the other a look over. Skinny, looked young too. Too young to have voluntarily taken this position. Must have drawn the short straw in that deal. "Heh, they keep sending me useless kids." He grumbled, spinning back around to face the screen, motioning the newbie closer. On screen, a lone male sat in a completely bare room, bound tightly, a metal mask covering the lower half of his face. He was unmoving and silent, and if the time hadn't been running on the video feed, you would think him a picture.
"I'm sure you've heard of the "Artistic Arson" cases that were just closed up, right? Well, this is the bastard that did all of it." The new guard sat, eyes wide in surprise. "Really? This is him? But... he looks so young." The senior gave a nod. "Yeah, too young to release his name to the public. Crazy how such a kid could do something so horrible." There was an uncomfortable silence between the two, attention focused on the man on the screen. "...So, chief said there are special rules about him?" "Ah! Right, well really the only thing different from any other criminal is that this boy needs to be monitored at all times, including when he's brought meals. He's an escape artist, and will take every opportunity to attempt an escape. Don't worry, there'll be someone by every three hours or so to relieve you from." The young male nodded gently, looking thoughtful. "When are you off?"
"Bah, I still got an hour before my shift ends." The senior guard frowned, leaning forward in his chair. "Well, this is new." He mumbled. The Artistic Arsonist had moved, standing and shuffling close up to the camera. His face encompassed the whole screen, eyes wide and watching. Through the small grates of the mask, you could see his lips moving. As though he were speaking to the guards. "...Stay here. I'm going in to see what he's up to." Giving a harsh grunt, the hefty male lifted himself from his seat, hobbling towards the large metal door that led into the convict's cell. The sound of flipped switch was covered by the soft scrape of metal on metal. Baton in hand, the guard stepped forward. "Oi, what's up with you?" His voice shook slightly, betraying his nervousness. The young male didn't acknowledge him, still staring into the camera. Though the original assumption seemed to be wrong. He wasn't speaking. The guard slid forward. "Hey! I asked you a question!" Slowly, he crept closer, baton raised to be ready to swing down in a crippling blow.
He never would have been quick enough had he seen the attack coming, the convict's heel connecting hard with his face, shattering the bones of the guard's nose, the round man falling to the ground. Whether he was dead or simply knocked out, he didn't really care. There was a silence in the room again, but only for a brief moment. Metal grating on metal, and the door was opened, the new guard stepping in, a sly smile pulled wide across his lips. "My Drake, the bondage looks suits you. Might leave like that for a while." The newly named Drake's eyes narrowed. "You want me to brake your face too, Vince?" The man laughed, deep and throaty, before producing the key to release his friend. Drake, the Artistic Arsonist, stood straight, almost a free man. "What the hell took you so long?" He hissed, though his lips were curled up in a cruel smile. "Hey, its hard to read your lips through a grated mask. Took me a few tries to get the access code right."
Drake rolled his eyes, stretching his arms, finally free of his bondage, heading out of the door, with Vince in toe. "So, did you get a good feel of the layout?" Vince scoffed, pushing past his partner to take the lead. With any luck, they had an hour before anyone came looking for his cell, and enough time to leave before the cameras came back online. Slowly, the two built up into a run, jealous inmates calling out at them for their own freedom. "You know, they blamed me for the the arsons too." Vince laughed. "Really? Damn, I didn't get any credit!" Their laughing went unnoticed through the clamour of inmates and confused guards, trying desperately to get their camera systems back online. The pair only ran into one patrol in their escape, and the poor male didn't even have time to process what was happening before he had his own firearm shoved into his face, the sound of gunfire filling the hall for the briefest moment.
The fresh night air felt wonderful on his skin, having been stuck in a cell for so long, as they broke through the front entry. There were guards, but the pair went to work quickly, finding cover and sticking to the shadows. They were on the edge of the property when the alarms finally kicked in. "Heh, guess someone noticed." Vince mumbled. The two clambered up the wall, barely noticing the barbed wire that ripped at their clothes and skin. Searchlights came on, scanning over the area in slow, circular motion, but the pair was more focused on their more current problem. "They brought me all the way out to an Island? My, I'm almost flattered." Drake grinned at Vince. "Don't suppose you brought a boat, did you?" His only answer was a matching grin, as Vince stepped off the edge, Drake close behind, as the two disappeared into the dark waves below.