Stallman had crawled through several vents before meeting up with a very... very large vine.

[i]Well, that explains the blockage.[/i]

It was obviously a hex who had done it; wildlife didn't simply grow in vents designed to be as anti-biological growth as possible while permitting the flow of the proper materials. He had to change his course several times to avoid the quickly growing vines.

He finally dropped out in a section right in A hall - just a little ways from a guard. He was extremely thankful that said guard hadn't seen him drop down.

He walked past the guard casually and in the direction of the southeast forest.

[hr]

Halthar was tired. Only 10 minutes later and several search teams hadn't seen anything, and the 'secret weapon' that had been mentioned by the head guard went rouge.

It was a crappy day, and with night coming, the search teams wouldn't have to be called off.

Slumping against a tree (rather close to where the excaped hexes were hiding, and possibly in earshot), he called the Head Guard.

"What's the status?" he asked wearily.

"The prison is now secure. We had to take down a few almost escaping A class hexes, but we got the A section generators running. Command is still on aux power and we think there was an inside job."

"Inside job?"

"A suspicious worker was at a terminal he wasn't supposed to be at. He gave us the slip before the officers could get him. he vanished into a closet... he might be a hex, because nobody was there when the officers checked."

"How does a hex get into Command? And why the hell was he allowed to get a terminal?"

He could almost see the head guard's shrug. "Negligence is what we have it pinned at. Any result on the search?"

Halthar gazed out into the trees, with the sounds of search teams coming from most directions. "Nope. Damn hexes escaped... this is going to be a lot of paperwork..."

"Don't remind me."