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{{Title|[[Fanon:Revolution|Revolution]] - Episode 5: Escape <sub>by [[User:WikiBuilder1147|WikiBuilder1147]]</sub>}}
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{{Disclaimer|Some content in this narrative is '''not suitable for children under the age of thirteen years''', as it contains some violence and coarse language. '''Caution is advised.'''}}
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|genre = Drama, Action, Adventure, Scifi
|creator = [[User:WikiBuilder1147|WikiBuilder1147]]
|originalrun =
|preceded = [[Fanon:Infiltration|Infiltration]]
|successor = [[Fanon:Search|Search]]
|status = Completed
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"Level 5 clearance is required to enter this cell," said an electronic voice.
"God damn it."
"Let's go kill some more guards, then," he said coldly. The trio stormed off, beginning a hunt for their prey. As they walked along the corridors of the prison, several guards materialised, stepping in front of them. Ben and Harry would raise their rifles and shoot every guard dead before they could react. Ben would then search each soldier for an ID card. Each time it was, at most, Level 3.
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Ben and Harry scurried about the room, searching bodies for high-level ID cards covered by Alex's machine-gun fire.
"Level 4…Level 3…Level 4…Level 4…" Ben became more and more frustrated as he searched each officer in the room. He moved on to another guard. He had a moustache and appeared authoritative. Ben checked his ID card.
The security level was perfect.
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Upon returning to Miami's cell, Ben, Alex and Harry stood before the locked door.
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==Chapter 2==
"No…" Ben said. "They've changed you, haven't they?"
Miami cocked her head for several seconds. Then, as if she suddenly realised what Ben was trying to say to her, she straightened it again and smiled.
"You shouldn't be here," she said. "But I'm glad you are."
Ben smiled back. "Alright. Hang on, back in a moment." Ben beckoned Harry outside.
"We're getting her out of here," Ben whispered. "Don't trust her though. We don't know what the Government's done to her."
"Right," Harry replied.
Ben and Harry reentered the cell.
"Alright, let's get the hell out of here," Ben said.
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"FIRE IN THE HOLE!" Harry screamed as a grenade soared into the air and exploded, sending several soldiers flying. Some were incinerated instantly, some landed on their bottom, relatively unharmed; others landed on the floor, their necks twisting in disturbing angles upon touchdown.
The four walked down the corridor, guns blazing. Guard after guard was cut down. Those who survived the initial firefight were carbonised by subsequent detonations of small explosives.
As they made their escape, Ben, Miami, Alex and Harry faced little resistance. With the utter collapse of the prison's security, Ben took the liberty of unlocking every single cell door they came across in an effort to further distract the guards. The mob of now-freed inmates swarmed the guards, shooting, beating and strangling soldiers to death. The four turned into a large garage, filled with wheeled vehicles.
"Wow," Ben said. "I've never seen one of those before."
"Those are cars. They were disused decades ago. Only the Army is allowed to use them."
"So you can drive one?"
"Sure can. Hop on."
After pressing a button on a nearby control panel that opened the large doors of the garage, Harry climbed into the driver's seat of a jeep. The jeep had a machine gun mounted at the back. Ben occupied the passenger seat. Alex went behind the machine gun, while Miami took her seat at the back.
"Hold on!" Harry shouted as the car sped out of the complex.
''Turn them in before it's too late!'' screamed the voice. It was louder than ever before, almost painful. ''SURRENDER!''
Ben groaned in pain and rested his forehead on his fingers. His breathing quickened.
"You alright, Ben?" Harry asked.
''SURRENDER! NOW!''
"Yeah, I'm fine," Ben replied. He sat up.
''TURN ON THE TRACKING BEACON!''
Ben's arm began to move towards a button on the jeep's console.
''TURN IT ON!'' the voice shrieked. '''''TURN IT ON!!!'''''
Ben's finger was now resting on the button. Then, Harry slapped Ben's arm away from the button.
"Don't touch that!" Harry said. "It'll activate the tracking beacon and then the Government will know where we are!"
Ben took a deep breath. He had been a mere click away from oblivion.
==Chapter 3==
Several hours later, the sun started setting. After happening across a cave, the four had decided to stop and set up camp for the night. Harry and Alex had gone to look for firewood, leaving Ben and Miami alone.
Ben noticed that Miami was writing on a small notepad that he had never noticed before.
"What's that?" he asked.
Miami's eyes shifted up to look at Ben, then down again to continue writing.
"It's a journal," she said. "I've kept one ever since I was little. I've got a whole bunch of old notepads just like this at home."
Ben stood up and sat down again next to his friend. He read what she was writing.
''Today, Ben came to rescue me, accompanied by two other people. After all the pain I've gone through, it was a welcome surprise.''
That was all he saw until Miami closed the pad and stored it away in her pocket. She smiled.
"It's rude to look at people's journals, Ben," she reprimanded jokingly. The two friends burst into laughter.
"So, what are you kids up to?" Harry asked as he entered the cave with Alex, carrying pieces of wood.
"Nothing," Ben and Miami replied together. The other two set the wood down. Harry retrieved a bottle of fuel from the jeep and poured a little on the pile of wood. Then, Harry produced a lighter. He flicked it on and the wood combusted immediately.
"You smoke?!" Ben asked, nose screwing up in disgust.
"No, no," Harry replied. He closed his lighter and replaced it in his pocket. "The lighter's standard issue."
"Oh."
"I found some provisions in the jeep," Alex said, handing out packets of food.
"Thanks," Ben said as his packet was tossed to him. He read the label.
"Military Rations - Contains carbohydrates, proteins, and fibre."
"How appealing," Ben whispered to himself sarcastically as he opened the packet, pulling its accompanying plastic spoon loose. He started to eat.
"I also found this thing," Alex said, holding up a large weapon. Its barrel was huge. It looked really heavy, as Alex was just managing to hold it.
"A rocket launcher," Harry whistled.
For several minutes there was silence while the four ate. After Ben had finished, he spoke up.
"Right. Now that we're out of prison, we're wanted fugitives. What do we do now? We can't go home. We'll get arrested and possibly executed."
"We'll think about that tomorrow. I think we all need some rest, if you don't mind," said Miami.
"Alright. Do we happen to have any…portable sleeping surfaces of any kind?" Alex replied.
"Thank Liberty that there are," Harry cried after going out to the jeep and returning with several sleeping bags.
After everyone had made their sleeping arrangements, the exhausted Ben, Miami, Alex and Harry slid into their sleeping bags and immediately fell into unconsciousness.
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'''END OF PART I'''
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