Sky Lynx tightened his grip on the shock prod, teeth grinding against the metal as he raced blindly down the corridor leaving bright splashes on the solid white tiles. There were no words to properly articulate the rage flowing through his processors or the joy of escaping the brutish humans. He had left them groaning on the floor, bruised but largely unharmed. His code of ethics and morals was the only thing that prevented him from giving them all a sound thrashing and sending them into a world of pain for all the atrocious things they had done to him.<br/><br/>The throbbing agony in his head and base of his neck were one of the humans had jammed a knife between the plates didn’t dull the growing excitement of escaping this wretched place. He just needed to find an exit. He skidded on the slick tiles as he turned down another corridor, claws scrabbling against the tiles. Soon, very soon he would be free. He would see the sky again!  There would be no more poking and prodding and degrading things forced upon him. No more humiliations. No more drugs that left him nauseated for days afterwards. No more being jammed into a small cage. He picked up the pace ignoring the throb in his neck.<br/><br/>Leyanth.<br/><br/>Sky Lynx skidded to a halt, slipping on the glossy floor, legs going out from underneath him. Over balanced he ends up in an ungraceful heap of limbs somehow managing to keep grip on the weapon. Panting harshly he gets back to his feet, guilt chewing at the back of his mind. Caught up in the prospect of leaving he had forgotten about his fellow prisoner. He couldn’t leave her in this miserable place. He had promised he would free her. As an Autobot he could not in good conscious go back on that promise.<br/><br/>Ideas and plans were running through his head at the speed of light. Tail twitching he glanced down the corridor to make sure there were no guards before trotting down the hall in deep thought. If he could make his way back towards holding cells and jack into the inferior computer system then create a series of disturbances elsewhere to draw the humans away. At least that was the plan.<br/><br/>But he had no idea of where he was. All the white tiled halls appeared to be the same. The bold black numbers and letters stenciled on the doors were of no help since he couldn't discern their meaning. As he wondered the halls he couldn't shake the unpleasant feeling of being trapped in some sort of devious maze that would lead some place very unpleasant.<br/><br/>He skidded to a halt when he encountered a hall blocked by construction. Tools lay strewn about along with ceiling tiles, wires and assorted junk. His gaze drifted to the wide sturdy appearing ladder and dark hole in the ceiling. There had to be some sort of walk way in the ceiling or crawl space for maintenance and it just might hold his bulk. There were no surveillance systems in the ceiling and he would be able to move about unnoticed. Tightening the grip on the weapon he makes his way up the ladder with a bit of difficulty and into the crawl space.<br/><br/>It’s a tight fit.  Insulation, wires and pipes brush against his tightly folded wings, dorsal plates scrape against the ceiling as he crawls down the walk way, trembling hard enough to make his plating rattle. Tight spaces had always been a phobia of his. Swallowing hard he pushes the fear clawing at the back of his processors down and tries to focus on the task of locating the lab but every time he has to squeeze past pipes or down a corridor the panic wells up to the point he has to stop and calm down. Had to keep himself together despite his fears.<br/><br/>The faint groan of metal reaches his sensitive audios. Stiffening, not even daring to drawn breath, he tries to pinpoint the sound then realizes in dread the sound is coming from the overburdened narrow walkway underneath him. Before he can react the metal lets out a low groan and collapses sending him and a good portion of the ceiling to the floor below.<br/><br/>Sky Lynx lets out a startled yelp as he hits the floor hard the weapon skidding off somewhere. Stunned he just lays there while chunks of ceiling tile, metal walk away as well as wires and insulation rain down around him, bouncing harmlessly off the plating.<br/><br/><br/>Walter staggered to his feet, clutching at his chest while wheezing for air. It felt as if a dump truck has slammed into him. No doubt he had a few broken ribs. How the hell had the thing woken up so fast? Walter had been sure it would have remained out cold for a better part of an hour. They had just entered the safety of a dead zone with the intention to settle the score when the beast had sprung to life and attacked them.<br/><br/>It kicked like a mule and moved faster than anything that large had a right to. To make matters worse it had ripped the shock prod out of his hands so now the damn thing had a weapon. At least one of the grunts had injured it though he wasn’t looking forward to the science pukes moaning and whining how their precious experiment was damaged. What about him? He had broken his ribs!<br/><br/>Ignoring the soft groaning from the floor Walter picked up his radio that had somehow survived that attack' "its....lose....the damn beast is loose....last seen going down corridor B." he wheezed into it. "And its armed....its got a weapon...."