Victor was suprised when the guards left his cell, they normally stayed longer the chains on his arms held him in place. He was wondering why they left, probably under orders of whoever commanded them. Victor really thought he wouldn't ever get out of here.

Vivian stood around the corner from the tiger's door, staring at her watch. Her heart was racing as fast as her mind, she couldn't believe she was actually doing this. She needed one of the Were's to help her escape and hide, and the tiger, though a soldier in this war, seemed the best candidate for the job. The cats were better at stealth than most of the others, and she had always been as loving to her patients as the government would allow. This tiger would be her only hope. As the guards left for their scheduled meeting, she quickly moved to the tiger's door, swiping her card to unlock it. Knowing no one was around, she still whispered to him from the door. "Are you well enough to be quiet and stealthy?"

Victor's vision blurred for a few seconds, then cleared to see the person standing at the door. "Depends on what your doing" victor's voice was hoarse from the pain the had dealt to him, today he was in good enough shape that he could be queit, but he wanted to know the young woman's plans before he offered his help.

She spoke quickly as she moved to the restrains holding him, undoing them carefully as she spoke. "We have a small window of opportunity here. I am leaving, and I need someone to guide me once I am out. We will need to make a stop in the basement where we may run into a couple engineers, but after that there shouldn't be any opposition. Will you help me?" She turned, looking him the eyes with a determination mixed with a knowledge that she was physically nothing compared to him. "Please"

Victor just looked at her a moment then sighed, "alright I'll help you. He rubbed his wrists when they were removed. His body screamed out to him for rest, but he knew the girl and him would have to get out of here first before he could rest.

She checked her watch again, then quickly moved to the door, peeking out. Everything was still clear. She would motion to him, then run full tilt towards the hallway she had come from. There was a laundry shoot here that she would open for him, whispering again. "The laundry crew is at lunch for an hour. We have 30 minutes. As soon as you are at the bottom, there is a door to a hall, across it is the computer room. There should be two guys there. They are usually playing cards. That's where we need to be."

Victor nodded, and pulled himself to his feet. He got down the laundry shoot, he landed lightly on his feet. Victor looked around then ran toward the door that the woman said he got there, but what was unexpected that he saw the commander. He pushed himself against the wall, looking round the corner. They still had a chance, but it was slim.

A moment aafter he was down, she slid out if the shoot as wall, though not quite as gracefully. She got up, oblivious that someone else was nearby. She brushed herself off, walking towards the doors

Victor grabbed her arm, then putting his hand over her mouth to muffle the scream. "Wait the commanders are past those doors," he whispered in her ear. He removed his hand and let out a sigh, he looked around the corner again.