Amidst the chaos
080's cell
Time unknown
Alex sat along one of the walls of his cell, patiently crafting a new poem as he awaited the inevitable training to come. He was not happy to do it, but it was conditioning him to enact his later plan, so he went along with it and kept the testers happy. A crackling of the intercom brought his attention back to reality and he heard the first message sent to detainees. He assumed that the time had come to make his way out of this place and stood up, looking about for possible escape routes. His cell was made to restrict his ability to leave, so there were no obvious ways out. However, once he heard a second communication, he had to make a decision. He was normally kept under watch considering his training, so he began to misbehave, loudly.
The guard responded as expected and came in to check on what was happening. Alex ambushed him and quickly killed the man by snapping his neck. Taking his equipment, Alex made his way into the halls, dashing quickly and quietly towards the objective he sought. He had no idea what he would do once he met the others, but he did know he was going to leave at some point. Before finding the lower levels, he found the room where they kept his weapons and armor. Inside, there were two guards. Both were in full armor and armed with carbines.
"Hm. Great. Any way to trap them?" Looking around, he saw a ventilation shaft. A quick strike and jump later, he had nestled into it. Crawling patiently along, careful to control breathing and positioning, he moved until he was over his targets. Planning his attack, he popped the grate and fell onto one man, smashing his face to the ground and knocking him unconscious. The other guard reacted quicker than anticipated and fired a burst into Alex's shoulder. The sound of ricocheting bullets rang through the room and he pounced the guard, silencing him with a strike to the trachea to collapse his airways. Alex was fine, mostly. His shoulder now sported cracks and fissures in a circular pattern where each bullet hit. A minute amount of blood had seeped through before his lipids had hardened, lending an almost pink shade to the fissures.
His enemies now dead or incapacitated, Alex stole the keycard and broke into the locker. He geared up quickly, skipping all but the chest armor in the aim of time and stealing the underclothes of the guard most closely fitted to him. The rucksack they gave him for occasional intel mission tests worked well to store the rest of the armor and he hefted in on his back as he darted out the door. "Lower levels, here I come." It took him little time to find his way down to 002's cell, where he walked near silently and simply stood nearby, waiting for notice to shift to him.
