Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-13427943-20150722165754/@comment-24857097-20160305044631

Oliver laughed at the heister's comment about picking the wrong day to be nearly killed before taking another chug of water. The armed officer interjected.

"Hate to destroy your dreams, but that's not how it works exactly. Browning here is right, the government will indeed intervene, but only to track down and arrest the warden, and the staff responsible for carrying out such orders. All you have to gain is a transfer to a federal facility. Don't even bother trying to escape during the government intervention, you'll be shot with extreme prejudice if you're seen outside your cell."

Oliver sat upright and sighed when the armed officer was done. By then, his radio came to life, a panicked, whispering voice coming out of it.

"Ah damn, he doesn't know about my donation."

He took another good chug before standing up. The armed officer had a concerned look on his face and stopped him.

"Browning, there's no way you can go considering your current state."

"My partner's in danger and I've taken a few blast injuries that were worse than this, just give me a damn weapon."

The officer gave a defeated sigh and handed him his shotgun.

"Spare ammo's on the stock, make 'em count."

"I will." Oliver grinned as he quickly inspected the weapon.

He headed off to the basement while the other officer kept his handgun ready.