It was faint but he heard it, the plea for help. No one on their meds would ever do such a thing, cries for help were not necessary because fear was not an emotion that was felt. In fact calls for help were rare because people were trained how to logically handle problems, and generally help was already accounted for. He strained his ear, trying hard to hear the origin of the voice. The hallway darkened off to Jason's left so that was the direction he turned, knowing he was unfamiliar he took it slow. He would need to be strategic, crafty, and above all else stealthy.<br/><br/>The punishment for getting caught in a restricted area, which was generally indicated by darkness, was death. Not a go to jail, death, beheading to be exact, and your head generally became public display as a logical reminder to obey the rules and laws set forth. Still he ventured forward, not because he cared for the woman, not out of curiosity, but because they had lied to him so he saw it fit, logically, to find her and do what was right by everything he had been taught. He kept to the walls, guiding himself until he came to a door. To his surprise it was unlocked, though there was generally no need to lock restricted areas, people just followed the rules.<br/><br/>As Jason entered there was light, dim though, and once his eyes adjusted he saw the bars, and then he saw her. It was Karis, "shh, be quiet, I am going to work on getting you out of here." There was no apology, it wasn't programmed into him, he didn't know what remorse or sadness felt like. Something inside him told him from reading books it would have been a wise idea, but he ignored it for now, as he focused on how he was going to get her out of the small cell. The keys were not readily found, but there was a bo staff, much like the one he had in his house, but this one was solid metal. He had read plenty about springs from prison, there was usually a bolt or a pin that could be leveraged, so that is the tactic he took. Lock picking was a skill beyond his knowledge, but force and brute strength, even in his frame, were his specialty.<br/><br/>He positioned it just right in the door of the cell, and using a bench he had carried over he pushed down hard until at last the pins in the hinge broke from the applied pressure. That was the good part, the cell was opened up, the bad part was he had made an inordinate amount of noise that was likely to garner attention. Most notably that of Drake and Goran. Goran wasn't much of a problem, he was an older man and Jason knew he could take him, but Drake was a bad ass with skills and he was stronger then Jason was, maybe even faster. "Come on, we have to hurry, stick to the shadows, and pray we don't get caught." It was his first big appeal to her emotional side, and he didn't even know if she was religious or not, or even how she felt about religion, but anything would be helpful.<br/><br/>In his head he calculated the odds of making it out alive. They were bad, extremely bad, but he had done his deed, and now logically his mind and body told him to run hard and fast, avoid confrontation at all costs. There was one possibility that stood out above the rest, but he didn't know how capable she would be for it. They needed to get to a rooftop near the wall, his house was simply too far though, there were closer spots, and get to the beach. He knew there were sand cars, or dune buggies around, he heard them at night for patrols. It was just a matter of making to one of them and they would have a clear chance.