No, it's time to run

A minute or so later - that he spent complaining in a semi hushed voice as well as dressing back up - he was ready to go.

"Hey, how come the translator on these bracelets still work, but the shocky part not?"

Mark asked, lifting up his hand.

"I... don't know."

Kaliasi shrugged as she was inspecting the doors.

"You don't... Fuck, Kaliasi, what if we weren't able to communicate anymore?"

"But we are able. Stop whining and let me work."

She got down to one knee in front of the massive doors and pressed two of her fingers on it. Mark approached closer and noticed that from the places where he had nails, something came out, like a long claw, but it was very thin, and it moved in search of something.

She lowered her hand almost to the ground while still touching, the claw with her, and then, it found a very tiny hole in which it inserted itself.

"Fucking, finally."

"What are you doing?"

"Shush. I'm lockpicking."

Mark knelt next to her to observe, but in a dim light it was almost impossible to see anything precise.

"Is that a part of your... Biology, or like an upgrade?"

"I told you to shut the fuck up." She turned her head to him. "And what do you mean by an upgrade?"

"Like an implant."

She opened her eyes wide and made a very angry face.

"No, I don't have breast implants, you fuckwit!"

Mark raised his hands in defense.

"No, that's now what I m-"

"You are fucking lucky that we are getting out, or I'd kick your ass right now, you fuck-..."

A sudden, familiar clang could be heard and the doors began to open.

"Whatever. Compliment me, and maybe I won't kick your ass later."

"That was fantastic. You were great!" He truthfully said.

"Really? Is that your best compliment?"

"Maybe if you let me finish later, instead of stopping half way, I'd be more generous with my compliments." He responded with a snarky smile.

They both stood up in their silver prison suits.

"Okay, I'll need your A game out there, primitive. The guards will be coming for us and... Probably something else might too."

"Something else? What do you mean?"

"Nothing, let's go!"

She ran to the hallway, and Mark was right behind her. Kaliasi picked an early direction to the right, and when they passed one of the red lamps, an alarm began to ring.

"Fuck, they had sensors. This place will swarm with guards soon!"

"What do we do?"

Mark asked, looking around. There were only other cell doors around.

"Simple, we go up!" She pointed towards the ceiling.

He looked there, there was an open vent. However...

"You know, it's like 12 feet above us. How are we going to get there?"

"Oh, just fucking jump there, use your muscles, big boy!"

She said.

He just looked at her, like on a very naive girl.

"What?"

"Fuck, just look at me."

Kaliasi bent her legs, looked up, and then sprang upwards, high, just reaching to the vent, and with some seconds later, climbing into it.

"Now you do it!"

"I can't jump that fucking high!"

He responded.

There was a new noise coming in, like a blend of multiple hurried footsteps, and shouts. The guards must have been close.

"The gravity in here is all fucked up, just jump!"

He heard from above.

"Alright..."

Mark did his best to try and follow her steps, springing upwards in the same way, and...

He missed the vent by like a foot. Luckily she was right about the gravity, because landing wasn't that hard. Still, his knees begged him not to do it again.

"Haha, try again, you can do that, use that raw, primitive power of yours!"

"Fuck, I'm heavier than you!"

The sound of foot steps was getting louder, closer.

"Do it!"

Mark jumped again, extending his hand as much as he could. But he also didn't put all his strength into it, and missed the vent by an even bigger margin.

"Are you even fucking trying?"

"Of course I am! I'm doing my best! It's just you don't understand that I'm way heavier than you!"

He said, looking up, and then dropping his head, because the sounds of the foot steps stopped.

And it was because the three armored and armed with some kind of blue sticks guards were looking at him from about four feet away. Each of them had two pair of hands, but only one weapon, which made him curious what are the other three hands for.

They were tall, taller than him by a foot, slender, and their faces were completely covered by some kind of plastic like, expressionless, white face masks.

"Oh, fuck."