Olhal smirked. "You tried helping those rebels? Dude, we're in the same boat, except I'm free... Just wait a second, I know how to get you out... lets say the cook is an acquaintance of mine. I'll be back in a second... Stay by the bars in your door so I can see you." With that, he jumped down again, and ran over to the side entrance, the kitchens exit, always left unlocked.
Upon gaining entrance, he slowly tiptoed around the kitchen; opening a cupboard and snatching a few small tins of meat, putting them in his jacket, along with some water, which he drank a little of before putting it in his jacket too; then sneaking over to the chefs bedroom. He saw in the dim light that the chef was asleep on his bunk, and quite restlessly too.
Moving over to the side, he lowered himself, then said in a slightly louder than usual voice, "Boo." Upon hearing this, the chef awoke at once, gave a gasp of horror at the sight of an intruder, and flailed his arm in an attempt to hit the alarm on the wall. Olhal quickly grabbed the arm, however, and quickly muttered, "Quiet! It's me, Olhal!!" After gaining his breath, the chef recognised him.
((OOC: Marquis Lythis is the original one to name Olhal 'Sparky'. It suits him, so I'm using that nickname some more; cheers Lythis))
"Oh... you're back, huh, Sparky..." the chef muttered.
Olhal nodded. "Back, and with a request, my old bud... You have keys, to some of the lower ranked cells, correct?" he quickly asked.
"Yes, but no, I'm not letting you set the rest of the prisoners free." the chef replied. "Most of them have escaped, we can't afford to let them all get out and get together, it'll be my life on the line."
Olhal paused. "I only want to release one."
"Well, no way."
"Why." Olhal quickly replied; a demand, not a question.
"I said. It'll put me at risk from both the soldiers and the rebels."
Olhal sighed. "Then flee, you crazy fool. No one will notice you leave in the middle of the night, and from previous conversations, it doesn't sound like they'll care."
The chef looked angry at this; but soon sighed. "Fine. Here are my keys, but bring em back... I'll get out my own way." With that, he reluctantly handed over a somewhat large keyring, full of different keys, each numbered to reflect the cell. "Just don't hang around too much in the Experiments corridor, or one of them might set off the alarm..."
Olhal frowned. "I have to pass it, but I don't have to go through it. Don't worry, I'll go straight to my man and back." With that, he began his silent journey.
He was lucky so far; not many guards on patrol. Once or twice he had to dart around a corner, but for the most part he was right on track; until he got to the Experiments corridor. He could hear footsteps coming from the corridor behind him; and he couldn't flee down the current corridor fast enough. His only option was to quickly slide into the Experiments corridor, trying not to make a noise; until he saw two people... or was it? No, one was a furre, and weak too... and another, he looked a little like... an escaped prisoner, maybe? Whoever it was, it was risky to stay too long; and even riskier to go back out. ((I'm referring to your characters, Broken, just for the record))
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