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charge of the area.
     
    April 1st, 2015 3:38 PM
     
                  Douser pushed the alarm on her watch and touched the monster right before they pulled into the secure section of the Oslett Building, which was near Central Park. The ambulance stopped in a section of the main parking garage designed for prisoner transport, where Chancer and Douser jumped out, and the paramedics transported the prisoner to a trailer being pulled by a modified golf cart.
                  “Love this thing!” Chancer said as he jumped into the driver’s seat.
                  “Try not to scratch it this time.” Douser said as she rode on the back seat facing the prisoner.
                  “That wasn’t my fault! The ninja woke up!”
                  “He wasn’t a ninja, he could only electrify metal by touching it. And if you recall, we encased him in rubber for transport.” Douser told him.
                  “He had a ninja sword!” Chancer said as he slammed the accelerator down and they took off with a lurch forward. “Vrooooooom!” he said with a fake maniacal laugh.
                  “You are so childish.” she said with a shake of her head as he drove as fast as the cart would take them.
                  He laughed again as he drove through the spiral tunnel that took them to the sub-basements. He waved with a big toothy grin at every camera they passed, until finally slamming on the brakes at the end of the tunnel. The cart slid a little, and the front bumper hit the metal door.
                  “Whooops.” Chancer said as he put it in reverse and helped the cart make the reverse beeping noises as he backed up a foot. He waved to the cameras mounted in the corners above the door and waited.
                  After waiting a few minutes, the doors slid open and two men in black uniforms came out with rifles drawn on them.
                  “Identification.” one said crisply.
                  “Always with the ‘Identification.’, you could try saying please.” Chancer said as he fished his badge out of his pocket and handed it over. The other man collected Douser’s and they both fell back and put the cards in a reader of some type on the other side of the door. Then they came over with a box and Chancer and Douser put their thumbs on it.
                  “Identification confirmed. Matthew Tweed Hendrix.” one guard said.
                  “Identification confirmed. Jennifer Ana Wellington.” the other said.
                  The guards handed back their badges and the first asked, “Prisoner?”
                  “Naw, he’s a good friend, we’re just taking our time getting him some help.” Chancer said with a roll of his eyes.
                  “Yes, he’s a prisoner.” Douser said quickly behind him, resetting her alarm and touching the monster again.
                  The first guard nodded and waved over another set of guards. “Proceed to cell block two. These men will escort you.” he said as he backed away.
                  “We’ve done this before you know.” Chancer said as he leaned out of the cart to yell to the first guard. “We don’t need an escort for a nearly dead prisoner.”
                  “Just shut up and drive.” Douser said, obviously aggravated.
                  “Fine, but no one said I had to let them keep up.” he said as he slammed down the accelerator. They took off instantly.
                  The guards took off at a quick jog to keep up with the speeding cart, which followed the entryway straight through two man-traps that had literal blast doors that could come down in a split second. Past that, they went down another ramp, and through two more man-traps, and down another ramp, until Chancer wheeled to the left,