<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/OhQxDrP.gif)</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Eric Brooks<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Blade<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>TBD/Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ryker's Island Penitentiary<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>NPCs, Blade's Team, Daredevil, Frank Castle<strong>Mentioned:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>So much hitting<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Things were going well. They were getting closer to the exit by the minute, and soon they could just waltz right out the front door free and clear. No muss, no fuss. "Alright gang, let em' have their lights back. We're far enough along that the real guards won't even think about checking our id's." He waited a few seconds, and when the lights didn't come back on, he looked around. "Well?" "Yeeeeeeah, problem, big guy. They won't come back on. And before you ask,<em>no</em>we didn't fuck up. Something happened and they're just...off. I can't explain it, it's like-" King didn't finish his thought, as there was a horrible shrieking noise that all of them heard.<br/><br/>"They're here." "What the fuck?" Blade looked up and saw the creatures darting about over the windows. "Change of plans, if you're not inside, get in here now! Get as many as you can secured and gear up. Speakin' of, where'd you leave ours?" "There's a bag in the maintenance closet in the bathroom closest to you guys. It's got everything you'll need. Hurry though...whatever those things are, they're not what we usually deal with." Blade's eyebrow raised when Frank asked if those things were his friends. He cocked his head to the side and huffed sarcastically. "Because I got fangs and they got fangs, we're friends? Don't be racist, Frank...it's beneath you," he joked.<br/><br/>"Come on though, we need to get to that bathroom. I got a feelin' standard issue prison guard equipment's gonna piss em' off more than anything. We need the real deal. And don't worry about Daredevil. He's smart enough to not make himself a target." He kept close to Frank, close enough for the Punisher to know where he was at all times until they made it to the bathroom. "Daredevil, get your ass inside. Those things'll swarm you out there. Find us as fast as you can," he said into the comms. The Daredevil had already been briefed on the situation, and he too had been gifted with situation specific weaponry that would ash those monsters as easy as anything else. Once they were inside, he locked the door and pulled the bag to them.<br/><br/>After opening it, he handed Frank a pair of what looked like sporty sunglasses. "Spectrum glasses. Night vision or infrared's the most helpful; these guys are probably too cold to show up on thermal." And once Frank could see, he was free to pull the weapons Blade had brought for him out of the bag. He couldn't fit their outfits in there, but with the amount of firepower they'd smuggled in, Frank would still be impressed. "This prison break wasn't entirely out of the kindness of my heart, Frank. My team's been preparing for this for a while. And as good as you are at killin' people, I figured you'd do a pretty damn good job puttin' undead back where they belong. Everything in there is for killing vamps. Silver knives, uv grenades; .45's, an MP5 and a shotgun. All the bullets are hollow-points, garlic filled, silver. Pretty much you try to kill it, it's gonna die."<br/><br/>Blade was stacked up with his usual. His adamantium katana with the silver acid edge, his glaive, stakes, and two pistols with a whole lotta ammo. "Come on, Frank...let's see just how rusty you are." No point waiting for the inevitable in the bathroom, so he he opened it and walked out into the open, ready to kill his way out of the prison. Or just kill until they stopped coming. Whichever happened first.