Clammoring awkwardly, she pushed the cell door almost closed behind her. She was too fearful that she would wind up accidentally locking herself in to close it tightly. Turning to face him, she winced at the bruise on his face.<br/><br/>And now for the hard part. He was already looking hopeful that she wasn't what she appeared. She was doing a terrible job of playing the part of Guard. If he didn't look worried and upset when she dragged him out, however, he would set off the suspicions of the other guards in the prison. They would have no option but to walk out of the prison, to get past the wards before she could teleport them away.<br/><br/>"Better be for wiping that stupid smile off your face right quick, you fool..." she growled. It was something a guard would say, and yet also a subtle warning to him, "This aint no game, see? I'm not here to mess around, and i'm not here to make friends. Now, you can either come along and shut up about it, or I'll knock your block off and drag you out. Make your choice."<br/><br/>She glanced out the cracked door, checking to be sure the coast was clear. Satisfied, she took hold of the chain between his cuffs and began walking. She followed the path she'd taken with Jenkins as best she could, only barely managing to find a hallway that looked familiar to her. She could feel a bit of a breeze through the stone corridors, and followed it. This had to be a rather circuitous route, but perhaps that would be the best way to avoid bumping into other guards. She stopped frequently at corners, checking to make sure no one was around.<br/><br/>They passed other guards often, but they all seemed busy, exhausted, and distracted. None of them paid much attention to the passing pair. She passed through a few checkpoints, providing the paperwork for a prisoner transfer she'd been given earlier. None of them actually read it. They saw the word transfer, recognized the seal on the paper, and waved them through.<br/><br/>She could feel the fresh air ahead of them, could see the hallway she remembered traveling when she first entered. She was almost there!<br/><br/>The worst possible eventuality came to pass and she found herself cursing whatever horrible luck had caused this. The man who'd called out to her earlier was standing beside the gate, talking with Jenkins. They both looked up as she came around the corner, and smiled as they saw her. Their smiles froze as they saw she had a prisoner with her.<br/><br/>"Hey, man..." the nameless bugger who'd called her John spoke up, "You uh... taking him somewhere? Want to tell me why he aint in chains? There's no transfer cart here. What's going on?"<br/><br/>She fought the compulsion to stammer out a vague response. Instead, she just handed over the scroll, allowing him to take it before stating simply, "Transfer orders. Did they not send a cart? Course not. nothing ever works right if you don't work it yourself."<br/><br/>The man glanced at the scroll and his eyebrows twitched. After a moment, he nodded and looked up, "Well, yeah. these are transfer papers, sure enough..." he glanced at the number on the prisoner's uniform, then checked it with the number on the forms, "But it don't make sense. Of all the things to screw up... Wait... Look at this. John, what the bloody hell is wrong with you? This prisoner is meant for Max wing... Where the hell are you--"<br/><br/>He never got a chance to finish his question. She leaped into action, drawing the sword from her belt and swinging it with a mighty, awkward motion. She flicked her wrist to twist the blade of the sword so that the flat of it collided with the side of Jenkins' head. He promptly went limp and fell in a heap to the stone floor. The tip of the sword moved in a flicker of motion to point directly at the other man's throat.<br/><br/>"Keys." she barked.<br/><br/>He gulped as the man guarding the gate leaped into action. Just as he handed the keys to her, the gate guard was on her. She stood holding one weapon with which she had no skill, and watched them both for a second that lasted an eternity.<br/><br/>Just as the second guard came up behind her 'friend', she shoved him. He fell backward, taken off guard by this motion. He fell into the path of the second guard and they both tumbled, arms and legs tangling with swords and shields.<br/><br/>"RUN!!!!" she screamed, and bolted for the gate.