Chapter 86

Zayden

The hands of the clock ticked very slowly. I didn't sleep, I stayed up and counted each second.

It kept ticking, each second felt like an hour.

Five...four....three...two...one!

Midnight.

I walked over to the bars, there was a camera right in front of my cell. It was in every cell in the precinct. My eyes were glued to it, waiting for the blinking red light to switch off.

I waited while glancing at the clock at intervals. The officers that went on patrol would be back by 2pm so I had two hours to break out of this place.

A minute passed and nothing happened.

I began pacing; it's just a minute, right? Maybe Blondie got jammed with something. He can't possibly back out, I'm giving him six hundred fucking dollars.

My hands were jerking uncontrollably. I glanced at the clock again; five minutes had passed, and I could still see that blinking red light from the cameras.

I tugged my hair, I'll wait a little longer. I don't want to have to resort to drastic measures.

I double-checked the com in my ears, and Oliver's voice rang through.

" We are ready! Has he switched off the cameras yet?" Oliver asked, his voice hushed.

My jaw ticked." Fuck, no! He hasn't." I groaned." Can't you hack it or something?"

He sighed." There's an alarm system. The moment there's a breach, the alarm will go off unless the surveillance system is turned off from the control room. Hopefully, blondie should be able to do that because you can't turn off a camera without switching off the surveillance system first."

I cursed.

Time was slipping so fast, and before I knew it, it had been forty-five minutes.

Great!

Now, I had just an hour and fifteen minutes before the patrol came back.

I almost lost it when finally the camera stopped blinking.

I rushed to the steel bars immediately, and I was faced with another problem.

I didn't realize the steel bars were this thick and the keyhole was far beyond my reach. It didn't matter how I stretched my hands, it was still far from my reach.

I punched the wall in frustration, my blood boiling in anger.

Just then, I heard hushed footsteps, and I rushed to the bars immediately. Blondie appears the next second, sweat pooling over his face.

He handed me a piece of paper." That's my account. I went through hell before managing to switch it off. Better make it count."

My breath hitched." Open the bars."

He stared at me, his eyes widening into saucers." What!! That wasn't part of the deal."

I reached for his lapels through the bars." How the fuck am I supposed to get out of here if you don't open it, huh?"

He flinched. I shouldn't have yelled but right now I just don't give a fuck.

Sweat broke out of his forehead and I cursed again.

" A million dollars. I'll give you a million dollars." I finally spoke.

His hands were already unlocking the bars the next second.

Greedy bastard!

I sighed in relief when the rattling sound of the bars echoed.

I tucked the paper in my pocket and patted his shoulders." Go back to the control room and pretend like nothing happened."

He nodded swiftly and took off.

I pressed the com in my ear and it made a beep." I'm out, he turned off the surveillance. I need directions, right now."

His voice echoes in my ear." On it."

I waited a few seconds for Oliver to hack into the security system since the surveillance was turned off. He should be able to go live in the precinct from his computers and give me directions.

" Alright, I'm in." He sounded." Go straight to the end of the lobby."

I moved my feet swiftly, half running and half walking." Turn left, the control room is the third door to your right. Half the door is made of glass and there are about four officers there right now."

I took the left turn, my eyes searching the hallway.

I could hear the laughter of a few officers, they were talking about football.

I crunched to the floor and crawled till I got past the door.

I continued moving." What next?"

" Keep going, you should come across an open office. There's no one there. Take the door with a red shelf beside it, the entrance is right after there."

My heart accelerated, I was close, so fucking close.

The moment my eyes landed on the red shelf I raced to the door.

Fuck!

Fuck! No.

" Jesus Christ!" I growled.

The door was locked, and it didn't have a keyhole; instead, it had a fucking card sensor. 

" Why the hell is there a smart lock on the door." I half yelled half whispered.

" Because it's a precinct that houses criminals." He yelled back.

" Can you hack into it?"

He chuckled." No, I can't. You have to get the swipe card from one of the officers."

Argh! Fuck.

How was I supposed to do that!

" They all have it attached to their pouch. That dangling black card." He continued.

I ran both hands through my hair." And how am I supposed to get it without any of them noticing me?"

The other end was quiet and then suddenly he cursed." Uhh, you've got a problem."

I tensed." And?"

"His heading right where you are right now."

I clenched my fist, bringing out my revolver. I put it on silent the moment I heard footsteps approaching.

  If I can take him down quietly then I'll take the swipe card.

The moment the officer appeared through the door, his eyes fell on me and immediately he reached for his gun in his pouch.

Bam!

He collapsed on the floor, holding his bloodied hand. A scream coupled with loads of curses escaped his lips.

" Shit! Zay, you were supposed to take him out quietly. You have to hurry,the others heard the noise and are heading your way right now." Oliver yelled.

I reached for the card and grabbed it. I was about to race out of the office when I heard a click.

For the tenth time, fuck!

The bastard cuffed my leg to a chair." You're not going anyway." He barked, his face beet red.

He wrapped his one hand around my legs and tugged me down. I stumbled and landed right beside him, my revolver sliding a few feet from me.

Too bad, he just temporarily lost his fingers.

I aimed for his face, landing a solid punch. His hands loosened around my legs, and I got to my feet immediately.

" Zayden, they are five steps behind you! Pick up the damn pace!"

I gritted my teeth as I picked up my gun and headed to the door. I swiped the card on the sensor, and I heard a click, and then the door slid open.

The moment I walked through I heard curses.

" What the hell! How did he escape!" One of them yelled, rushing after me.

  The next moment the alarm sounded. Sirens roared loudly in the building.

This fucking chair cuffed to my leg was slowing me down. I had to aim and shoot at them to slow them down.

But unfortunately, I can't aim while also trying to look ahead at the same time. The moment I turned my head away, a shot echoed through the air.

I didn't hear it until I felt something pierce into my skin like a million hot nails.

It took roughly two seconds to realize that I had been hit.

I groaned, pain shooting through my left arm. Anger thrummed through my veins as I turned around and began shooting nonstop, yells and screams echoing in the distance.

I might even run out of ammo if I don't get to the van soon.

I finally stepped foot out of the building, my eyes finding the van parked a few blocks away.

The engine roared, and they raced towards where I was trudging, my foot cuffed to the chair.

Just as I climbed into the van, the cops ran out, shooting at us, but we had a good driver, and the van was bulletproof.

The door closed and I finally let out all the pain I had been holding in.

I've never been shot before but this was way worse than I imagined.

"Argh...fuck!fuck!Fuck!" I groaned.

Oliver rushed to my side, there were a few men we hired in the van with us.

" Get the bullet out of me!" I yelled.

Oliver applied pressure where I was bleeding and I clenched my fists.

" Relax, one bullet isn't going to kill you." He snorted.

If I wasn't completely exhausted right now, I would have punched him in the face.

I snapped my fingers." Unlock the cuffs."

One of them moved forward and began picking the locks.

"I honestly didn't think you'd pull this off." Oliver chuckled.

I relaxed further into the seat calming my heavy breathing." I never thought I could either."

The police siren began echoing in the distance and I nearly rolled my eyes.

Can't they ever give up?

If they planned on chasing us then they were dumb.

" Take out their tyres; we can't harm state security," I ordered, and my men took their positions.

I just sat back, waiting for Oliver to get the bullet out and stitch up my arm.