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0bl1v1on — The Escape Artist
Published: 2005-05-21 02:56:35 +0000 UTC; Views: 327; Favourites: 2; Downloads: 2
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Description In a well-hidden government facility, she sits.  Tied and chained, the escape artist sits in a room guarded by two soldiers.  A slight smirk is draped across her face and her blonde hair is pulled up into a ponytail.  She wears simple attire, a pair of beige cargo pants, a black tee shirt tucked into her pants and a pair of commando boots.  A soldier glances at his watch and nudges the other with his elbow.  The other soldier glances at his watch and they nod at each other.  They turn their backs on the woman for the first time and head towards the heavy steel door.  As they file out, the last soldier steals a glance at the ever-vigilant escape artist and closes the door.  The action is final with a loud series of clunks, clicks, and whirs of bolts and locks sliding into place.
After a few seconds, she exhales, having been holding her breath since being bound.  With the sudden exhalation, the ropes are loose and she slides out from under the bindings.  A snicker sneaks from her mouth as she pulls a magnet out of her boot.  She quietly walks to the imposing steel door and rests a dainty hand on its cold surface.  She slides the magnet along the steel, feeling resistance but then compliance; she pulls the locks out of place, and bolts out of their resting places.  She slides the magnet back into her boot then grabs a piece of paper and a pen from her pocket.  She scribbles two simple, egotistical words onto the paper, and leaves it on the empty chair.
“I Won.”
She smiles and slips through the door into the narrow hallway.  Her enigmatic green eyes scan the hallway.  She hurriedly glides to the opposite wall and walks along it quickly.  She walks with purpose and meaning, knowing exactly where to go.  She knows where all of the air vents are, and to which room each leads.  She knows where the windows are, and to which guard tower they are closest.  
She hears heavy footfalls of the returning soldiers after the post switch.  She floats into a room nearby and looks at the light under the crack of the door.  She hears the moan of a heavy door and then panicked words after a few moments.  
“I take it they found the note”.  She thinks to herself with a smile.  
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