Future Boss: "Come on then, let's get this party started."

Like a bullet she raced her way down the first flight of stairs and then the second and then finally the last where they had just been where the guards from before were still laying there like garbage on the side walk. With the front open hell was going to break loose as she ran through the iron bars to the double standard sized doors which were the made of steel which was standard for prisons. She waited for Carlos to catch up, Carlos needed to be confident here or he could be taken out. When he caught up she let him recompose himself for a moment so he was relaxed and ready. Relaxed and ready was what she was, Carlos was probably ready to vomit his mother's spaghetti onto his orange jumpsuit and white shirt under it. How long had Carlos been here? A few days, weeks, months? Without a moment to waste she kicked open the doors where the sirens for the prison were much louder.

Future Boss: "Stay close and you won't die...... Probably."

Like the wind she was gone again as she ran towards the stairs though soon skidded to a stop as several police cars, three dozen men were in position with there guns out ready to kill them if they had too. A helicopter could be heard as well though it was not in sight. This courtyard would soon be a graveyard. She soon points to the bag Carlos has, he picked up some tear gas and so now was a good time to use it. He had to be careful not to throw it in the space they wanted to escape through or they would be tasting and feeling the tear gas. If they were caught she would probably get the chair and he would probably get the same..... Maybe.

Future Boss: "Make it count kid."

Carlos was a little nerves, he clearly had not done this before though why would he. Carlos was normal, well normalish. She watched as he slowly took out the tear gas as she heard the cops demand they give up or they would open fire. The future boss only had one response and that response was going to be sent by Carlos or she hoped he did. Stage fright was not something she wanted to happen but he did not look to confident in what he was doing, it seemed all alien to him. Carlos was probably nothing more then a common thug. The Boss began to fire on them, Carlos now had no choice but to lob them in places that would affect the guard but not affect them as they passed through the prison front gates.