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Burt was having a perfectly good time sitting by himself because his guard had run off somewhere else.
Well, as good of a time as he could have while being stuck in prison, but whatever.
He could hear faint gunshots and there was an alarm going off, but he was fine with it as long as he wasn't the one getting shot.
It was nice to not be watched for once.
Then he heard the honking of a vehicle and something crashed through the wall, flying directly towards him.
Well, that probably wasn't good.
He threw himself to the side just in time as the thing smashed through exactly where he was sitting a moment ago.
There went his cell door.
Some pieces of shrapnel smacked into him and slammed him into the wall.
He just sat there, eyes closed, low-key giving up on existing.
Wow, he was absolutely delighted that this was happening. There's literally nothing he would prefer to be doing over this fuckery. This is exactly how he wanted his day to go.
Opening his eyes, he assessed the situation, and it's a lorry. What the fuck. He almost got crushed by a fucking lorry. On the twentieth floor.
Why, and how , would someone catapult a goddamn lorry into the prison?
"Carol, what the fuck!"
"I mean it worked."
"We almost died ."
"But we didn't though."
"Oh my god, I hate yo—Oh, hi Burt."
He peered through the small hole that wasn't occupied by the lorry at whoever was talking.
Okay, so it was Carol and Fredrick, the latter waving rather enthusiastically as he stumbled over the debris. Carol grabbed him and pulled him up and out of the wreckage before he tripped.
Then she used the butt of her gun to chipped away at the wall to make a hole big enough for Burt to squeeze through.
She tossed a gun she had strapped to her back at him.
He catches it.
"Uhm, hi. Thanks, I guess. What is happening?"
"We're breaking the Toppats out."
Fredrick looked him over for injuries, but he didn't find anything urgent. Luckily, the shrapnel hadn't done much, Burt would probably just bruise around that area later.
"Sir, we've found Burt."
Carol gave a small smile as she listened to whoever was on the other side. Noticing his questioning look, she grinned.
"He's excited."
"Who, Sven?"
"Yeah."
"Oh, say hi to him for me."
Carol opened her mouth to say something, but loud footsteps rang down the hall and a group of guards swarmed in.
Burt grabbed the two Toppats, yanking them down the hallway and around a corner as they shot at the guards.
They ran down the hall, and even seemed to know the layout better than him. He passed by the cells of his fellow inmates and quickly looked away. He never really liked those that weren't Toppats because some of them were pretty violent.
Then he heard the cell doors open. Wait, what?
"You have access to the cells?"
"Oh yeah, Boss made sure to prepare really well for this. He got maps of the layouts, made us memorise it and everything. Probably did his own personal research as well."
Burt marveled both at how Fredrick was able to say all that while running for his life and at the amount of effort Sven put in to make sure this all went smoothly.
The inmates all seemed to freeze in surprise, but then a good number of them mobilised and booked it out of their cells.
At least the guards would be kept occupied by them.
"The floors that we're in charge of are twenty to fifteen, plus the chow hall. The Chief left Tayne and Gremlin in the control room, they'll inform us if we missed anyone."
"Roger that."
They hopped down the flight of stairs three steps at a time, Burt nearly colliding with someone as he reached the last one.
The man stumbled backwards to avoid him, pressing his back against the door, eyes widening. He brushed his black hair out of his face.
"Shit, Brie?"
"Toby!"
Fredrick flung himself at him and hugged him tightly.
"Hey love, we kind of have to go."
Toby jabbed a thumb over his shoulder and sure enough, there were guards outside the stairwell door, their guns aimed at them.
At least the door was jammed with a broomstick.
"Good job, Toby!"
He blushed slightly at that.
Carol was muttering into her ear piece, then looked up at them and shook her head. They all, with the exception of Toby who understandably confused, nodded, immediately proceeding to grab Toby and trip down the stairs to the next floor as the guards tried to open fire at them through the door.
"We're looking for imprisoned Toppats," Fredrick explained, "you know any who would be nearby?"
"I think Sal was a couple of floors below me? Wanna pick him up?"
Carol asked something, then gave a thumbs up.
"He's on this floor, we'll intercept him here. Think he heard the lorry and wanted to go up and check it out."
They nodded an affirmative making their way into the hall.