>>5377087Surrounded on both sides by enemies on their own home turf, to the average onlooker, such circumstances would seem hopeless. What these numbskulls fail to realize is the very obvious third option that lies right before you– or to the side of you, to be more precise.
Hopping over the edge, your claws leave indents in the FerroFlex guardrails as you swing down to the second floor, and such a jump is nothing for you and your comrades, Julia and Valjean following behind you. Bernard and Boleski come next in a teleport, as it would be a sure waste of time for the latter to loop around the containment center via flight.
Though the wing of the prison you’re currently in is seemingly devoid of authorities, it won’t be that way for much longer. You let a few more prisoners out– a man whose lower-half is that of a centipede’s, a woman whose skin is a reddish-purple and face is non-existent, and a kid whose body seems to be made up of some sort of dark cloud are just to name a few.
On this floor, the mutants here are noticeably more dangerous-looking; even though they couldn’t hold a candle to mutants like you or John or even Gregor, these are the kinds of mutants that would really give the guards here a run for their money.
“This isn’t fast enough.” Valjean states what everyone seems to be thinking, once the next band of mutant-prisoners are sent on their merry way. Even with Bernard and Boleski helping you open cells, it still hasn’t changed the fact that you’ve been moving cell-by-cell this whole time. “Why can’t we just release Blaze and FastBall and then grab Conduit?”
“Cause we’re tryin’ to get the guards runnin’ in here, not outta here,” Bernard returns. “You hit your head or somethin?’”
“It’s either we do that, or we find a control center or something around this place. There’s no prison that doesn’t have one.” Valjean states, as if that were common knowledge.
“Then again, if there’s no reason to let the prisoners out en masse like…” He stops himself in the middle in his sentence, as if he were about to say something verboten. “Hmmph… guess that’s a moot point now, isn’t it?”
From what you remember of this place, the only room that comes remotely close to Valjean’s description was that one room on the bottom floor, the room from which you stole the hard drive for the Epsilon Trial experiments.
But that was just a regular, run-of-the-mill office– not a control room of any sorts. It had neither the look nor feel to a control center, so you doubt anything would be in there.
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