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He made it look graceful, a thing of beauty as he launched through empty space.
Roger slid to a halt.
“No way! I can’t make that leap!” he turned to face the hatchway in a defiant stand only to see:
Matthew grabbed him and showed how strong rabbitoids truly were by throwing Roger across the chasm!
Roger landed with a thump, rolled, and dodged out of the way as more of the squad hurled across.
“Just what the heck IS this chasm here for anyway?” Jacob asked.
“It’s the tunnel for cargo blades. Some items and equipment are stored in large vertical canisters which get transported along that rail system up there.” Roger pointed upwards at the barely visible rails.
“For a second there I was going to have to have a word with your interior designer.”
“Well, it also keeps the detention wing isolated. One of these runs on both sides of the wing.” Roger pointed downward towards the detention cafeteria windows.
“Oh?” Jacob was suddenly interested in this abomination of inferior, er, interior design.
“We have two more minutes before the doors unlock. And nobody will know they are unlocked.” the sergeant looked at his timer.
“We have time.” Jacob looked up, then over at a cargo blade as it lumberd along.
Presently he aimed upward and shorted out the conduits powering the tracks as the blade drew even with them.
He was pleased to note that the cargo blade had hatches, catwalks plus other bells and whistles.
“Won’t they know it has stopped or malfunctioned?” someone asked.
“Yes, but they’ll find out we’re here the second we step into the detention wing.” Jacob was being practical.
Climbing aboard the cargo blade, they wove their way to the other side and downward.
“There.” Matthew pointed at something that looked like a maintenance hatchway.
Tapping some controls on the cargo blade, a walkway extended out via remote from the hatch.
“Nice.” Jacob was very pleased.
“This is too easy.” Roger had a nagging feeling about something.
“That’s why we’re going to spread out on that catwalk and open the door without anyone being in front of it.”
The door opened, and someone on the other side made a startled statement.
Presently, several people rushed out and onto the cargo blade.
Matthew and his group slipped into the hallway behind them unnoticed and locked the door behind them.
“Thirty seconds left.” the Sergeant noted.
Matthew approached the console, studied the controls, and began rerouting alarm triggers.
Extremely artful, if only.
The alarm sounded.
*Deedly deedly deedly deedly*
“What did you do?” Jacob leaned towards Matthew.
“Nothing, it’s coming from.” a pause, “Somewhere else?”
Then he saw the video feed.
Wordlessly, Matthew, Jacob, the Sergeant, and the group split up into three groups.
Matthew ran towards one cell section as the other two groups went to the remaining two blocks, dropping ito the hallway he eschewed stealth for speed.
“You’re not authorized to be *UGH!*” conversation at this point was not worth pursuing.
The doors snapped open and curious faces peered out.
“Quickly, pass these out. How many in there? Good. Mage’s Hand, we have thirty. Cover blown, immediate contact.”
And so on.
The doors to all the cells in the detention wing snapped open, and teleport markers were rapidly being handed out.

In the room where the video feed was coming from, things were proceeding well towards a vivasection.
The techs were laughing it up, ignoring the voice from the subject on the table.
“What do you suppose makes them talk?”
“We’ll find out.” that was said with a laugh.
One tech turned around in time for-
*teleFRAG*
The bright flash burned his eyes permanently as subatomic particles riddled him from head to toe.
If he hadn’t caught the full force of the teleFRAG byproducts, he would have been dead a second later due to the barrel of a pulse plasma dischjarge cannon ramming through his face.
Delta Sigma had teleported into the middle of the quark gluon soup leftover in the center of a teleFRAG blast as the worst of the products spread outward.
Not exactly a good place to be, but as a combat insertion it beat the alternative.
As if he had eyes in the back of his head, he spun his weapon over his shoulder and fired into the guard behind him.
“SHUT IT DOWN.” an order, a statement, not a request.
The tech to his left tried to stall, poorly.
“I’m sorry, I can’t.” The smirk was his end.
A blade snapped out from Sigmas forearm armor and rammed through the seatback, through the tech.
“I said SHUT IT DOWN.” the blade twisted as the techs screams mixed with the frightened screams in the vivasection room.
“No!” the tech spit at Sigma.
“I don’t have time for this.” a quiet, cold voice.
A spray of blood splashed across the console and the viewing glass, flashes from weapons discharge flickered.
Then the viewing glass shattered as Delta Sigma smashed his way through.

Emily was strapped under the huge apparatus, the multiple arms hanging overhead were alive with motion.
One arm swiveled, unfolded, and began to lower towards her.
“Please! Stop it, please!”
The arm lowered slowly, laser scanning active, lights flickering.
“Beginning first cut.” a robotic voice stated.
Her screams were joined by a scream behind the glass.
Startled, she looked over to her right.
She heard gunfire, saw the splash on the glass.
Then an armored figure smashed through to her side.
“Stay still if you can.” the figure oprdered as it raised the weapon towards the armatures.
Bleeding, in pain, strapped down, she had no choice.
The first shot seemingly did nothing, the second got the attention of the controller AI.
All the armatures moved towards the armored figure.
The figure took that moment to kick the table loose from its mountings.
Several more teleporting figures appeared.
“Emily!” Jessica rushed over, barely ducking a brutal slash by an armature.
Delta Sigma was shouting gutteral threats and insults as the vivasection robot made repeated attempts to fight back.