Nobody, just grab CO Sanderson

After some deliberations, they decided to just take a CO. The benefits of another ally were outweighed by the complications of having one more escapee with them. With that in mind, they hatched a plan and laid in wait for the guard.

After about ninety minutes, they heard the familiar slamming of the cell door. As the guard approached, they started to work on their charade.

Becca Sanderson was making the rounds again. Most of the COs hated night shifts, but she didn't mind it. Sleeping inmates were much easier to deal with than conscious inmates, and with them confined to their cells she didn't have to worry about brawls escalating. She was walking past Heather and Janet's cell when she heard a loud slap.

She looked over and was stunned to see Janet sprawled on the floor near the door to her cell while Heather stood above her. Heather bent down and grabbed her cellmate by the hair, pulling her up onto her knees and slapping her face again. Janet collapsed silently to the same position.

"Hey!" Becca shouted, running over to the cell. "What do you two think-"

Suddenly the prone woman's hand shot out and grabbed her ankle. She felt an odd sort of warmth where she was touching her, then suddenly her mind seemed to cloud over. After a few seconds, the cloud passed. "Thank you." she said calmly.

"You're welcome."

Heather quickly ran to the guard and began peppering her with questions. "Sanderson! How many guards are there in the facility right now?"

"Three."

"Do you think you could get us out of here without them seeing us?"

"Maybe." Sanderson said evenly. "Do you mean to escape?"

"Yeah, the three of us are gonna hit the road. You good with that?"

As expected, Sanderson didn't react to the question with anything other than a slight smile. "Of course, no problem. Where are we going?"

Heather hadn't thought that far ahead, and said as much. After her interruption with Janet, she realized she was getting fairly worked up. The CO had a trim body under those frumpy clothes, but her face was what set her apart. With auburn hair and high cheekbones, she seemed both too noble and too beautiful for such a blue-collar job. Heather briefly pictured that auburn ponytail moving frantically between her thighs, then shook her head clear. She needed focus.