198 Flee (1/2)
The It was hard to talk while on the road, hence why nothing could be changed after they started moving. Despite Laz's now increased range, the girls weren't allowed in the caravan and their route was completely locked down. Due to all of this, Laz could only trust that everything was in place for his escape.
Even if it wasn't that wasn't going to stop him.
The place where they had chosen for Laz to free himself was a deserted stretch of highway. For anyone who has traveled the country before, they would be able to tell you about miles after miles of empty land. Not that there were no trees or wildlife, but that there were almost no humans living anywhere near by. That's why the highways were so important in the first place. Without them, travelling would take a much greater period of time.
Despite the ever growing population of the U.S., there were still thousands of miles of unused land no matter where you went. And that was the opportunity they needed.
The two guardsmen watching over Laz couldn't help but kicking him a few times to see if he responded before sitting back.
”This is fucking boring. I can't believe they called us in for a prisoner transport.”
”Yeah, well. I guess this is one special prisoner for our entire unit to be called.”
”It's boring as shit.”
”Suck it up. We just have to do this until we reach Pennsylvania, then it's someone else's problem.”
”Still, kills the entire day, you know?”
”Yeah. But so what? We're serving our country, one prisoner at a time...”
It was easy to tell that neither of them wanted to be here, but they had no choice. Orders were orders. At least if they were out driving, there would be a bit more to do. But they had drawn the short straws for this assignment.
”Any idea what he did?”
”I heard some stuff, but it's fucking nuts.”
”Oh?”
”Yeah. This sack of shit apparently went on a murder rampage and killed over fifty gang members before burning their entire place to the ground.”
”What's the problem with that? Few less of them is a good thing any day.”
”Would have been fine if he stuck with the bangers, but then he decided to light up that mayor's house and kill a whole bunch of people in there.”
”Why? I mean, why the hell do you go from killing street thugs to hitting a small town mayor's place?”
”No one really knows. There is a video or something, but I haven't been able to find it. Besides, you saw the damage. How many people you think died in there?”
”If he's so dangerous, then why the hell did they only put the two of us back here? Shouldn't he be lock in a cage and strapped to the back of a semi where everyone can watch him or something?”
”He's not an animal and he's still an American.”
”I don't know man. They're saying this disease changes them. Makes them not so human any more.”
”Well, no. But, I mean. Come on? How the hell do these guys do this shit like super heroes?... and better question. What do we do when he wakes up?”
”He ain't waking up. But, worse to worse, we just hit him with a full clip of this stuff.” The guardsman patted his rifle, indicating the special shots they he been giving. If for some reason the prisoner started moving, they were to unload at least one clip into him while radioing out for a status update. Assuming they never called out or fired a shot, it was assumed things in the back of the armored car were normal and they would be relieved once they handed him over to the PA national guard. Simple.
”Damn man. It's getting fucking hot in here. Are they messing with us for kicks?” Only now did both men notice that the temperature of the enclosed area seemed to be increasing.
”Hang onm.” The guardsman knocked on the small door flap that led to the front.
”What?” Asked the driver after opening it.
”You guys having some fun up there with the A.C.? It's way to damn toasty back here and we don't get windows.
”Didn't touch it. Maybe you're having a hot flash grandma?” The driver laughed along with the passenger, both of who were guardsmen in the same squad as the ones in the back.
”AH ha ha ha. Funny. Crank it up back here or soon you'll be greeted by the smell from my ball sweat,” the back guard threatened while rubbing his crotch against the window.
”Damn. Alright. Alright. Don't go threatening my life like that,” the driver joked while cranking up the air. He then closed the window.
”Done. Should be a bit better now,” the man said while feeling the cool air come rushing in faster.
Despite this, the temperature in the back continued to increase, causing both men to grit their teeth in frustration. They just thought it was a problem with the truck and there was nothing they could do, at first.
”Holy fucking Satan's left testicle. It's like a fucking sauna in here.”
”Yeah... what the fuck is going on?”
Both men got up and started banging on the window.
”Hot enough back there for you?” Both the driver and passenger started laughing, clearly having turned on the heat.
”I'm going to shove this gun up your ass and give you another hole to laugh out of if you don't turn the air on.”
”Alright. Fine. Wimps.” The window closed and both men went to sit down, clearly feeling like this assignment couldn't be over fast enough. When they turned back around however, their prisoner was standing up while rubbing his wrists as the last bit of iron chain melting off, hitting the bottom of the truck with a hiss before cooling off. The worst part was that Laz hadn't removed the covering from his head yet and was just standing there in the beat up clothes he had been locked up with. Combined with the hood over his head, Laz's appearance couldn't have ben more frightening.
Had the men who had been sent to watch over him been better trained or had more experience, they might had reacted quickly. But for these two, the only thing they could do was stare on in horror as Laz stretched a bit to relieve the fatigue in his joints.
”Damn. That kind of hurts. I mean, I know that some people are into this stuff, but wow. You must really have to like it rough to do it like that.”