Balance Of Power - Part I
The explosion, while mostly contained within the generator room, did greatly damage the underground complex. Several hallways collapsed, as did many rooms. CJ, Buck and the others detonated the explosives after they were safely outside, but didn’t see anyone else besides the jackal man inside.
Jackal was woken by the explosion, the electric shock making his thoughts fuzzy for a moment before their situation fully dawned upon him. Shaking his head, he carefully stood up and steadied himself against the wall. A deep-throated growl of rage bubbled up as he started down the hall to find his beloved Lord Anubis.
< ——— >
The dungeon was in ruins. One of its walls was shared with the generator room, and for all intents and purposes no longer existed. The air down here was choked with dust and the debris was everywhere. One of the debris piles stirred, and a battered Brother Oord gasped for breath. He immediately collapsed, coughing spasmodically.
Once the fit passed, he blinked and took stock of his situation. He was still chained, but the small chuck of masonry was easy enough to carry. Miraculously, a corner of the room must have bordered on the outside, as it was now open to the outside.
Laughing slightly hysterically, Oord stood up and grabbed the chains and masonry. He wobbled for a moment, then slowly and carefully picked his way up and out.
He emerged into a back part of the old building’s parking lot, which bordered on an old forest that no one had gotten around to razing for more industrial zoning. He laughed again, ending in a wet sounding cough.
“I made it out.” He limped out of the lot and into the forest. Once under cover, he looked back at his former prison. He wondered if Jackal or Anubis survived. If they did, they would pay for their betrayal. So would his brother.
So would they all.
Jackal was woken by the explosion, the electric shock making his thoughts fuzzy for a moment before their situation fully dawned upon him. Shaking his head, he carefully stood up and steadied himself against the wall. A deep-throated growl of rage bubbled up as he started down the hall to find his beloved Lord Anubis.
< ——— >
The dungeon was in ruins. One of its walls was shared with the generator room, and for all intents and purposes no longer existed. The air down here was choked with dust and the debris was everywhere. One of the debris piles stirred, and a battered Brother Oord gasped for breath. He immediately collapsed, coughing spasmodically.
Once the fit passed, he blinked and took stock of his situation. He was still chained, but the small chuck of masonry was easy enough to carry. Miraculously, a corner of the room must have bordered on the outside, as it was now open to the outside.
Laughing slightly hysterically, Oord stood up and grabbed the chains and masonry. He wobbled for a moment, then slowly and carefully picked his way up and out.
He emerged into a back part of the old building’s parking lot, which bordered on an old forest that no one had gotten around to razing for more industrial zoning. He laughed again, ending in a wet sounding cough.
“I made it out.” He limped out of the lot and into the forest. Once under cover, he looked back at his former prison. He wondered if Jackal or Anubis survived. If they did, they would pay for their betrayal. So would his brother.
So would they all.
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