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Carón: We still don't know where they will come from or if they already know about our existence inside the control tower.

Carón: I think we have an advantage in that aspect, and use it like this to get out in an easier way.

Piranha: It is not complicated, but you must know how to do it before the worst happens.

Piranha: Carón will wait for us and cover the entrance to avoid being ambushed from the rear and we will leave through the second emergency entrance to find directly the main exit of the facility where they should already be waiting for us.

Piranha: That should do it for now.

Guffy: I agree.

Carón: Me too.

Piranha: Well then, before starting, you will take the radios from the corpses in this place to know the movement of the enemy; and also, we will create a channel to communicate in case it is necessary at any time. Because we will have to divide.

A few steps away from me, there was a guard whose rotten body lay soulless, and I searched through his belt until I found a communication radio.

I would not like to reflect at this moment on the peculiar sensation of operating a lifeless body, which was previously a common soul and with aspirations of its own selfishness, now being a body in a state of decomposition.

Certainly many things in life are useless to then lose everything and only leave memories in others about what you did; and as for people, who will disappear or give less importance in the future, the feelings that you think you originally left behind will also cease.

But I'll leave that here...

Now, although leaving the prison directly could be an option, there are things to consider and it is not that easy, since the entrances are guarded as a first emergency move; But since all the entrances, in this case, are open, there is no first movement that is valid in the face of thousands of prisoners and few containment forces.

It is not too bad.

If they didn't expect an attack as sudden as this, most likely, the cards could already be in our favor.

But there is something that still does not convince me and it is still Carón.

After a few minutes we reached the lower floor of the main control tower of the Northeast area.

As the elevator was naturally out of service, we used the stairs to start climbing to the fifth floor; and so, also while Carón and his team guarded the main floor as agreed.

We will be in contact with any movement or the slightest unforeseen event to move us without problems.

Guffy: I don't understand you even a little.

Guffy says as she slowly approaches me.

I was walking behind Piranha and the fat man who took control of the floors we went up to first.

Mikael: In a way, I'm just trying to be cautious.

While fulfilling certain selfish desires, naturally.

Guffy: I don't know what you're up to, my brother, but don't be reckless.

Something like that is always true.

The first floors were empty but as we went up there was activity.

Naturally we became alert and hid our presence.

Because between the hallways on the third floor there were two guards who were monitoring the area.

After a signal, those who acted first were Piranha and the fat man who, like snakes, sneaked through the shadows.

They both quickly held the guards down by holding their mouths and the back of their heads while applying their maximum force.

...: Aaagh!

The guards tried to counterattack with keys, but it was useless, and without giving them time to react, they both twisted the men's necks hard, breaking it dead.

The sound was crisp and chilling as the guards instantly collapsed to the ground.

The face of Piranha and the fat man, who looked without any special shine in their eyes, were typical of ruthless killers.

Without wasting time, they both took the knife and the gun with the ammunition that each guard had.

Since the guards seemed to have two knives, they gave Guffy and me the remaining ones.

Piranha: I guess they know how to use it.

Guffy: It's not a problem, we also come from the streets of the underworld.

Piranha: Okay, then let's continue.

Guffy looked at me apologetically, but there's nothing that can be done.

I just have to humor them.

Without wasting time we went up to the fourth floor, running into four guards who were divided into each floor; Each one observed the hallways and the many rooms without any apparent pattern.

Piranha: We will divide up, and each one must quickly kill a guard; Buddha will go to the left, I to the right and you to the sides.

Piranha: Try to be quiet or we'll alert the others on the fifth floor and ruin the surprise attack.

At the brief instructions, we all nodded and headed straight to the hallways in coordination.

The guard was walking a little looser and more carefree as he looked at the empty rooms. But as for me, who with a knife in hand and slowly and stealthily walking behind him, I wondered if this was really the character he would become.

Now a somewhat unpleasant feeling arises as if I were being forced or perhaps influenced by those around me, to have to commit the act of taking the life of another person.

Whether it is someone good or bad is not my concern, or even feeling empathy is my taste; but still, I'm supposed to do what I preach so much: "the end justifies the means."

Isn't that so?

As I swing towards the guard, he automatically tenses up and hits the target on his back with his elbow but misses the hit as I turn my body.

His reflexes are good but I have the advantage having put my right arm around his neck while I hold the knife with my left.

Before he could react, I stabbed the knife into his neck while holding his mouth to silence him.

The knife, which passed through the left arterial vein, released the red and hot blood fluid from the body at an accelerated rate.

He shook and did everything possible to get out of my hold, but he was losing more and more strength and I held him with the minimum possible for this situation.

In a few minutes the body stopped moving, and the blood was spread everywhere as the arterial vein had been cut, naturally it is the main vein in the human body.

I guess it's over...

The body no longer moves and everything is silent.

What would have been my expression?

That was all?.

That apart from the subsequent adrenaline that wanes after a few minutes, and that before everything was more doubtful, I no longer feel anything more for him.

He is gone and nothing more can be done for this lifeless corpse.

My previous thoughts were momentary as the act in question related to this murder.