Secret Government High-Security Facility: Cell Block 3; Outside of San Francisco; 4:46 P.M.
The alarm buzzers continued to blare as bullets continued to fly in all directions. As inmate and security alike were killed, a tall, imposing figure menacingly walked through the corridors, gunning down any inmate in his way as he spoke into a comm-link.
“I need a status report on the seven high-priority prisoners, now!” He yelled while jamming the stock of his custom M4 Carbine into the face of an attacker, finishing him off with a single shot to the head.
The voice on the other end of the comm-link was obviously nervous, his voice shaky and panicky.
“They’re under control for now, captain. However, we’re having a lot of problems with Subjects 86, 19, and…”
He was cut off suddenly as every electronic device in the facility seemed to go offline at once before coming back on suddenly.
Impatiently, the captain yelled into his earpiece. “Johnson! Johnson! What the hell is going on down there?!?” For a few minutes, there was no reply, until Johnson finally responded, more panicked than before.
“ALL HIGH-PRIORITY PRISONERS HAVE ESCAPED! I REPEAT, THE SEVEN HIGH-PRIORITY PRISONERS HAVE ESCAPED! THEY NULLIFIERS HAVE GONE DOWN! THE NULLIFIERS ARE DOWN! WE ARE GONNA NEED BAC-“
The signal was cut off suddenly, and the captain understood immediately what had happened. Before he could send a request for government aid, however, all electronics went down again. Now engulfed in near-complete darkness, and realizing that he and his men were most likely doomed, he dropped his gun and kneeled against a wall.
“Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name…”
Same Facility: Special Containment Block 3; 4:46 P.M.
He had been sitting in this facility for roughly ten days, six hours, fort-five minutes, and thirty-six seconds. The walls were dull gray brick reinforced with several layers of steel. No windows. The only exit to this cell, a reinforced steel door, was to his right from where he sat on his bed. Across from him was the toilet. He wore a bright orange prison jump-suit with the sleeves torn off, revealing his toned, and muscular arms.
This prisoner was Marcus McClain, also known as the Midnight Assassin, and he was currently contemplating the best and quickest method of escape. He stood and began to pace the cell; he had plenty of time to come up with something.
Suddenly, and most unexpectedly, the entire cell went dark and the door opened. Inexplicably, he was now free. That’s rather convenient. If the cell is open, then I wonder if…
A blast of psychic power erupted from his body at the slightest thought. The power nullifiers were down. Marcus smiled to himself and began to crack his joints.
“Gametime.”
He emerged from the cell to a crowd of armed prison security. Marcus could sense and feel how nervous they were. After a brief stare down, the security opened fire, their bullets bouncing ineffectively off of a telekinetic shield. With a brief thought, Marcus expanded the shield outwards, forcefully knocking every guard back. With another thought, every guard in the vicinity was lifted into the air. Finally, with a snap of his fingers, each security guard was telekinetically crushed into a bloody mess the size of a basketball.
Marcus smiled, content that he had retained his great control over his abilities as he stepped through the gory scene. He looked around once more. Probably a bit over-dramatic and non-discreet. He shrugged and laughed silently to himself. But it sure was effective.
He unleashed a blast of psychic energy, creating a large hole in the side of the facility, before telekinetically propelling himself into the air towards San Francisco and the sweet taste of freedom.
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