Deathrow26:Hours part 4-break out begins again part 2 stress

EASTERN CELL BLOCK

“Hehehehehehe, what wimps.” the masked man commented about his dead foes, as he took a seat on one of them.
The forth level floor was artistically painted with crimson ink and littered with red and black corpses, “Well if anything, I should be arrested for littering because the stuff I leave behind is nasty. Don’t you think?” he looked down at the dead man under him and grabbed his face.
He started to fuss with the mouth and taunt him as he made a silly impersonation, “Sure I think you should die…”
“Hehehehe, this is fun” he giggled sadistically.
“Will you stop using his dead ass as a plaything?” Ge’es asked frustrated with the masked man actions, “Could you have taken any longer, I thought you were on a schedule?”
“Oh shut it, I broke you out didn’t I, and gave you my over coat and pants your luckily were the same height and waist size, and fortunately I had another pair of pant’s underneath. Now we must get out of here the ruckus I made must have attracted the guards.”
“Yes but before we leave I have just a few more questions?”
“What could you possibly want to know that I haven’t already told you?”
“Well are you a Hattori?” Ge’es asked
“What gave that away?” he asked.
“Oh, your mask and accent gave it away.”
“Darn so now that you know what you gonna do about it?”
“Nothing, in fact I’m going to be your partner as it only seems fair to return a favor.”
“Heh, being all noble now, it’s sickening. Fine then, anymore irritating questions?”
“Just one”
“One? Are you sure now? I mean you ain’t gonna ask anoth’a question a few seconds later?”
“Yeah sure whatever” Ge’es agreed quickly to get to the point, “Is your name Hanzo Jr.?”
“Wow your good at deduction aren’t ya? We should play twenty questions some time?”

CITADEL-M ILITARY PROVISIONS CONFERENCE ROOM

Inside this conference room was three people. Two were sitting down in rather large rolling chairs at an oval shape table; they were Alucard and Loki whom were joyfully dinning, feasting at a fifty pound chocolate, and vanilla swirl cake in the center. and jugging down bottles of wine. The third man with them took his body and laid it on the very same table of which they were eating from; he was Assassino, with a new arm. However Assassino lying on the table frustrated Alucard just a wee bit, “Assassino why must you lay down on the table?” Alucard asked.
“because it uncomfortable to sit on the table…” he paused for a bit “Well in fact I just find it difficult and stressful to sit at all and on anything hehehehe, go figure.”
“Okay then why are you on the table?”
“Because the chairs are too small and I’m not lying on that nasty carpet.”
Alucard sighed “Okay then you can stay-”
“WHAT!!!” Loki interrupted.
“Hush Loki.” Alucard silenced hi collogue, “Assassino how did you get to citadel?”
“I teleported here.” Assassino said simply while staring at the ceiling, and putting his hands on his stomach.
“Teleported?” Alucard repeated curiously
“Yep. I pickpocket-ed Yussupov’s funky red ring we used to leave Deathrow, I’m not sure he’s all too happy about it though?” Assassino explained.
“Ahh I see that’s why he left to Deathrow on foot.” Alucard figured, but howed you get your arm back and howed you even find your way here?”
“That’s simple I can answer both those questions.” He said as he rolled his eyes back to look at Alucard, “you see when we got back about twenty hours ago we came here first simply to get me a medic who could fix my arm their was this old doctor there who patched me up good as new, as you can already tell. But that’s excessive detail, now how I got here well, that same doctor seems to be head of military provisions and let me in this room as a matter of fact he’s standing beside you as we speak along with a few avid followings.”
Alucard and took a look, “Hello their you two it’s been a while hasn’t it” he said
“Ahh shit it’s-”

TEN MINUTES LATER- DEATHROW EAST CORRIDOR
“Gah, what the hell we’ve been walking for hours in the same direction how long is this hallway” Hanzo Jr. complained.
“Two hundred miles wide from east to west, and about sixteen thousand miles long, that’s about eight miles south and eight miles north.” Ge’es explained walking behind him.
‘What you’ve got to be kidding what did they possibly accomplish by making this huge fort-wall?” Hanzo Jr. asked in a raised and agitated voice.
“Heh, it’s not bad at least we ain’t headed north. Besides there are short cuts out of here you know and we wouldn’t have e risk wasting much time breaking there’d be no guards guarding those places-”
“So! There ain’t any guards now, in fact that’s the strangest thing; they got shinobi who fight like shit but no worthless government dogs to guard the prisoners from escaping what’s up with this prison?”
“Heh, I almost forgot about what happened to them, almost all of them are dead I’m sure of that, I remember Ricci and Morski Pos are the ones that killed them after Anubis let them go after me it was a huge mistake for him to do that, I’m guessing that he borrowed the shinobi to make up for that sudden drop in security he caused by poor planning. Moreover, ever since he became warden this prison hasn’t been as ruthless as before; in fact it was the new director who employed him after the old warden was stripped of his position, reprimanded and demoted.”
“The new director huh that’s the third time he’s been mentioned” Hanzo Jr. whispered to himself in contained thought.
“You say something?” Ge’es asked.
“It’s nothing, just speaking to myself. So where’s this short cut?” He redirected.
“Weirdo.” Ge’es commented.
CENTRAL CORRIDOR-FIVE MINUTES LATER

“Dear us all this, doesn’t get out to the higher ups” Santa whined, “Ge’es escaped, you are the only survivor and you haven’t told anyone else about this yet? Are you sure?”
“Yes he escaped, and yes I haven’t told any another soul other then yours Lord Muerte” the young bandana wearing Shinobi had answered.
“Good, however, inform Morrigan and Ogbunabali about the situation and tell them to meet me here, but do not tell Mictal or the warden you got that” Santa had addressed.
“Understood Sir!” in that moment the shinobi’s physical form blurred and vanished.
Santa took a seat on the sofa behind him and thought to himself, “The warden would have or heads if he finds out and Mictal can’t b e trusted with his relationship to the higher ups, shit if the warden hadn’t sent all of our guards to search and kill a man who far outclasses or guards and even us in every way we wouldn’t have had the first break out or the this breakout, if the higher ups do find out however, they will first send the prison keepers then have us stripped of our position and placed on the gallows to be lynched god everything would be much better and more secure if Hades was the warden again, to bad he has no motivation to fight for that position and have it given back to him.”