Jailbreak
Things are not always as they seem.
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Alarms blare throughout the facility. Lights flash on and off as if they can't make up their mind on what they want to do.
Celine strolls past open jail cells and prone guards, focused on her mission.
She reaches her destination, a door covered with warning after warning. Do not enter unless armed. Extremely dangerous.
Celine takes out a black pack containing her lockpicking kit. She fights with the lock for a few moments, her face pinched in concentration.
Finally, the door opens, revealing a woman closely resembling Celine except for the scars and bruises decorating her body. Her eyes narrow, sparking with a danger that strikes fear into almost anyone she looks at.
"What happened?"
"It's Callie. They have her."
The woman pushes past Celine, racing toward the exit. She is Callie's protector and nothing will stop her now she is on the warpath.
Reaching the door, the woman whispers, "It's time for me to take over, Callie."
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Callie is terrified, shaking under the gazes of the evil men who took her. She doesn't want to be here.
"It's time for me to take over, Callie."
Callie breathes out a sigh of relief, closing her eyes. Her body stops shaking as she rises to her feet.
"Sit your butt down, Callie," roars one of the men.
She smiles as her eyes open, sparking with a ferocity that wasn't there before.
"Oh, Callie's not at home right now. My name's Cassandra and I'm the last person you'll ever see."
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Alexandria Stanwyck
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This was excellent