Post by Kooshmeister on Aug 4, 2005 5:05:59 GMT -5
Cryer peered out through the window in the cells. The guards were still all laying on the floor a few feet away, apparently passed out. Initially he wondered why no one had come to check on them but he quickly put that thought out of his head.
Crouching down, he reached his thin arm through the slot in the door normally reserved for delivering trays of food to prisoners. All of the guards had keys to the cells; the fellow laying right in front of Cryer's cell door was no exception. Straining and grunting, Cryer's outstretched fingers finally found the keyring on the guard's belt.
"Ha-ha!" he shouted triumphantly, then quickly muzzled himself lest he alert anyone nearby. After a few moments of struggling, he managed to unhook the keys from the guard's belt. Even with Fritz's offer in mind, Cryer did not like the idea of sitting in his cell while (for all he knew) KOMPLEX was taking over.
He knew if he waited, then eventually the toads would send someone to kill him for his failure to assassinate the Chairman. Here was an opportunity to escape, and Bartholomew Cryer wasn't going to let it slip away!
Post by Kooshmeister on Aug 10, 2005 3:31:13 GMT -5
OOC: Well, since no one is taking action I guess I'll have Cryer escape. XD
IC: After obtaining the keys from the moose guard's belt, Cryer fumbled with them. Not only did he have to find the right one, but he also had to insert the key into the lock on the door: no small task to perform from inside the cell. Eventually however he found the right key, and exhaled a sigh of relief as he heard the lock "click".
He then turned the handle and pushed the door open, gently nudging the moose's unconscious form aside, trying not to wake him up and wondering again what had happened to the guards, and why it hadn't happened to him too. Moreover, he was still at a loss to explain why no one had thought to come and make sure they were okay, but he decided he should skedaddle before someone did.
Suddenly filled with a paranoid dread that it might be poison gas, Cryer held his breath as he made his way to the exit. It was then he noticed his empty holster. He was still dressed in the purloined uniform he'd gotten when he and Rusk had knocked out the two guards at the Memorial Gardens earlier. Figuring he didn't want to venture out into the world unarmed, he approached one of the unconscious cell block guards and reached for the sidearm holstered at his hip.
He hesitated, still holding his breath. What if there were germs? Then he realized if there was some sort of disease, then touching the moose guard's keys a minute ago had already infected him, so what did he have to lose? He grabbed the maser and pulled it from the guard's holster, sticking it in his own as he turned and trotted out of the cell block.