Part Four

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The entire day was spent planning, preparing, by the time the sunlight in the hall had dimmed I was ready. A coil had been ripped out of the cot's innards and the mattress flipped to cover the hole. After plenty of hard work and muscle the coil had been fashioned into a deadly choke cord.

Sitting on the cot silently I awaited the arrival of the guards. Sitting so quietly, so demurely I knew how I looked, I presented the picture of a quiet and thoroughly broken woman who simply no longer cared. It was perfect I didn't want them to suspect a thing before I sent their worthless asses to hell. When they had beaten me they deserved one hell of a beating in return but when they had raped me they had signed their own damned death warrants and now it was time to collect.

At the same time as every other night since I had come to the prison I heard my cell door creak open, but in keeping with the broken woman act I made no move to acknowledge the entering guards.

"So little bitch are you for another night of fun?" One of the three guards sneered at me.

Oh, I'm more fucking ready then you'll ever know you worthless bastards.

As the three approached my bed I shifted my position ever so lightly, what they considered a fearful fidget was actually just me moving my legs so I could attack with more speed. When the guards surrounded me still I sat silently…

Almost time…almost…

Out of the corner of my eye I saw a hand descending towards my face and other hands reaching for my arms…

Now.

My legs flexed as I launched myself off the bed and grabbed the wrist connected to the hand that meant to slap my face. As I landed I simultaneously twisted the wrist and was rewarded with a sharp cracking sound when it broke from the pressure being put on it, before the owner of the wrist could scream in pain my foot sped upward and viciously kicked into the throat of the guard causing him to black out. The flat side of my head struck another guard on the side of the head sending him spinning into unconsciousness as well, all that left was the third guard for me to deal with. Spinning on my toes I turned and glared at the only guard that was still conscious.

He was staring at me with wide eyes, tiny moans were being sporadically emitted from his throat, he was scared shitless of me. Good. In his panic he reached for the gun strapped to his hip, and with narrow eyes I yanked out my makeshift choke cord. Swiftly I wrapped the cord tightly around his neck; with a savage motion yanking the ends in opposing directions I snapped the guard's neck. Letting go of one of the cord's ends I watched the now lifeless body slump to the floor. These guys were beyond weak, they were friggin' pitiful. The gun was removed from the dead guard and shoved into the waistband of my pants.

The other two guards were still out cold, and not dead, yet.

As much as I would have loved to give the two long, painful deaths I didn't have the time to do so. Whoever had framed me was still on the loose and I intended to rectify that situation quickly.

Sighing with disappointment I efficiently snapped the necks of the two remaining guards, pocketed their guns and keys. I unlocked the cell door and walked into the hallway, I wasn't worried about being seen those three had been the only ones who were assigned at night, I knew that from nights of observation, it was perfect. The inmates in the other three cells were all asleep, completely unaware of the events that had just taken place; tonight must have been my lucky night.

At the end of the hall was a desk and to the right a locker room for the guards. The desk didn't yield anything special other than a pair of handcuffs with keys and some paperclips, each of which would be somewhere useful in the near future.

The lockers in the locker room amazed me, they had no locks, they were simply the archaic open and close type, these people were too damned trusting or they were just idiots, I'm shooting for the latter of the two. After searching through the lockers I managed to scrounge up a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, they would be pretty big on my slight frame but much less conspicuous then prison clothes. I didn't even bother looking for a pair of shoes my feet were dainty and small, finding a pair of shoes that were even marginally fitting would be impossible. The lock blade and dark blue baseball cap I found in the third locker held some promise, guns are good but when you run out of ammo it is handy to have another weapon nearby and the hat could hide my face.

Changing into the big jeans and sweater I caught sight of myself in the mirror, I looked like some little kid who decided to try on daddy's clothes, with a snicker I put the cap on my hair. I was hoping the that dead guards had driven to work in something other than a squad car, I couldn't chance being seen driving a police car. With quick motions I pulled out the paper clips, one was flattened out completely while a second one was flattened and then the top bent into a small u shape, I had some lock picks.

I walked out of the prison as if I owned it and went straight for the parking lot, sure enough there were three cars and not one was a police vehicle. I had my pick from a jeep, a van, and some sort of four-door sedan. After consideration I decided the jeep would be the best pick, jeeps were fast on road and with four-wheel drive just as fast on rugged terrain. Picking the lock on the jeep's door was like riding a bike, once you learned you never forgot and within seconds I was sitting in the driver's seat. I could hotwired the car by playing with the wires but I decided I had wasted enough time, opening the knife I shoved it into the ignition and twisted, the jeep rumbled to life. By the time the guards' bodies were discovered I would be far away but first I had a lot to do, I needed my laptop along with some other electronic toys I had created, not to mention I was broke and didn't feel like stealing, but first things first when the it was realized that one of the guard's cars had been stolen every cop on the colony would be on the lookout for it.

Driving into a silent residential neighbor I glanced at the clock, it was 1:26 AM. I pulled to a stop in front of a dark house, I left the jeep running, hopped out, and made my way to the back of the jeep. Removing the license plate was pretty easy; with the license plate in hand I stalked up the driveway and looked at the car parked in the driveway. It was an Explorer and much to my delight the license plate was not a specially made one. I took the license plate of the Explorer and replaced it with the jeep's; I jogged back to the jeep and attached the Explorer's plate to it. This little switch would prove to be very helpful, when the authorities began to look for the stolen jeep they would be looking for one with a license plate matching the jeep stolen, without matching plates I was in the clear for at least a little while.

As I sped down the road and out of the neighborhood I considered what else I had to do, I desperately needed my laptop and the only way to get it was to go home, break in, and face the possibility of running into Duo. I was praying that he would be in the hospital with Heero and Relena. After a solid hour of driving I was at my house or at least used to be my house, to my relief Duo's car wasn't in the drive, thank god.

Pulling around the corner I parked the jeep and climbed out I couldn't take the chance of parking in the driveway or on the street in front of the house. I made my way back to the house, staying in the shadows the entire time and went around to the backyard; with the bent paperclips I picked the lock on the back door.

Once in the house I went through the kitchen and into the living room, the walls had been repainted and the carpet was new, all traces of the bloodbath that had happened not to long ago were completely gone.

I wished I hadn't come back here as memories began to assault me. For five years I had lived in this house with Duo, four of those years I had spent being his lover and had believed that nothing could ever separate us and out love, I had been delusional.

Much to my surprise our room had not changed, my clothes were still in the dresser, my laptop was in the closet along with other electronic gadgets that I had built to suit my hacker hobby. In the back of the dark closet I found what else I had been looking for. Dragging out the cardboard box I looked at it with a sort of reverence, this box contained supplies from my days with OZ. In the box were my combat boots, a military issue duffle bag, and my military issue .44 magnum. I slid the guard's gun of out my waistband and replaced it with the magnum, quickly and efficiently I put my laptop, my various gadgets, the guard's gun, and some black clothes into the duffle. I yanked off the uncomfortable prison shoes and put on my combat boots but I left on the baggy men's clothes I had taken from the prison locker room.

Thirty minutes after breaking into the house I left as silently as I had entered, now that I had my laptop I could get what else I needed, money. Climbing back into the jeep I started it up and rumbled down the street, I could feel fatigue start to overtake me; I would have to rest soon. After over an hour of searching I found an outdoor teller outside of a closed bank, perfect. I knew tellers often had cameras so as I precaution I pulled down the cap I still wore and covered my face with the bill. Booting up the laptop, I inserted a wire into one of the ports and the other end of the wire into the card slot of the teller, a few minutes of typing command and the teller spitted out the two thousand dollars I had requested. Damn I was ready to crash by now.

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The great thing about grocery stores on L2 is that they sell beer and lots of it. I stopped by a small 24-hour operation and picked up the supplies that I was bound to need soon, 3 six packs of beer, a carton of Marlboro Lights, soft disposable color contacts and some bleach. I paid cash of course; I had nothing else, and quickly left.

In the red light section I rented a dingy little room in some cheap no name motel. It had a decent bed, a somewhat decent bathroom (I'm being nice), and an electrical outlet, that was all I needed. Tomorrow I could hook up my laptop to work as a TV and I definite change of looks would be needed too.

Stripping down to my underwear I flopped down onto the squeaky mattress and let the darkness overcome my exhausted body.