[@alexfangtalon][@Rawk]

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[b]Status:[/b] Alive / [color=23ff00][b]Unharmed[/b][/color]
[b]Location:[/b]Camp Dupont / Cabins [/centre]
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[color=#00FF00]Kord breathed in the fresh air almost as if deprived, the foul often stale smelling cell in which he was kept was for many hours out of many weeks through many months into the two years of his imprisonment, his home. Living in Solitary was either one of two things, either someone down the hall was stinking up their cell pissing against the walls to show the man whose boss, or shitting in the corner with the same thought in mind. So one had to acclimate to terrible smells in that place, but honestly given the fear that surrounded that unit in particular, it was for the most part just a bunch of secluded rooms with no real threat aside from being lonely. An honestly as much as Kord was thrown in here on any given week, people thought he was some bad ass anarchist taking it to the PSF when no one was looking. They never really did say why he was being thrown in there to anyone, they just usually picked him up, made some commotion to scare the weaker kids into submission and than tossed him into solitary. All in all a lot of the reasons for the others was left to imagination, so if they wanted to think he was some anarchist causing hell for the PSF he wasn't going to burst their bubble, even if he did talk more than maybe a few words any given day. Kord was not a social being by any standards, everyone knew that and as the old saying goes, the quiet ones are usually the most dangerous.

In this moment however waxing poetic with manipulation tactics was a real moot point and a waste of the time he had to get out of this place. Judging from the strength of the explosion in his cell and the general area in which the fighting was heaviest, his escape was nearby waiting for him. Given that explosion was loud enough to shake his cell, he was wagering that there was a nice big hole somewhere for an opportunist to take an advantage of. The only issue he could foresee at this point was the fighting was concentrated there, he did not want to become a casualty by walking between a fire starter and a trigger happy PSF. He did not wish to become a casualty on his way to freedom, he could fight his way through of course, but there were far too many unknown variables at this point. Hell... who was to say that these white arm banded men were actually there to help them? What if they were just trying to steal them all and put them in another camp for their own nefarious means? Thinking about it.. why would there be people trying to rescue them? Its not like any of them were important enough to die for, or at least he did not consider himself worth that much. So it begged some questions... are they doing this for their sake and if so than why are they doing it? Are they looking for someone specific and everyone else is free to take part in the chaos or are they here for everyone?

~tick tock tick tock~

The words flashed through Kords head, the same words that always flashed through his mind when he was thinking far too quickly and didn't have much time. He had to concentrate on what was important, not the little insignificant details. The white banded group was causing chaos, there is a window to escape, its behind a lot of in fighting and he needs a way past it without risking his life. Only one thought occurred to him, what he needed was more bodies to fight the PSF and give him the opening he needed. He noticed that the bulk of the camp was not present at the fighting, he saw a few of them but not many, the majority would probably still be in their cabins. They probably had no idea what was happening, if he strolled over there and told them what was going on and encouraged them to fight that could be his chance to get out. One name did pop to mind more than the rest, Alex Hill, if there was but one who was perfect it would be him. He was quiet but he was also one who could probably get the rest of them to fight at the same time, Kord did not know him all that well, they did not talk much very much like it was for a lot of people he knew, however Alex stood somewhat above the rest.

He was almost like a leader, he had the qualities to be one, and he had made a lot of friends here, at least Kord hoped that he did. Others tended to gravitate more towards him than anyone else or at least that's how he saw it. His ability to control electricity was just an added bonus, Kord was positive he could use that in his escape. Broken from his thoughts by yells over to his side Kord looked over into the battle zone, he could see the flashes of muzzles and the echoes of gunshots. Somewhere deep down the thought of himself using others to his own end made him feel bad... but reality was simple, if wants to survive in this world then they need to be prepared to do what is necessary. There was no use in processing the emotional distraught it might bring, he needed to get out of here and he needed a distraction, simple logic. Kord turned away from the battle zone and began to run back towards the cabins, he still had to be careful here, the PSF could be anywhere at this point.

The time it took to get across the compound had been fairly boorish as Kord entered the vicinity of the cabins, the PSF were probably far to distracted with the mysterious banded group to care about much else. That worked for him, long as he didn't have to deal with them than that was fine with him. When his cabin came into sight Kord made a beeline for it hoping that Alex was still in it, he needed him to get out of here. Perhaps it was due to his overconfidence in his threat assessment or even the fact that perhaps he was thinking a bit too much about freedom, but when the PSF guard cocked his gun not mere feet on him from the entrance of his cabin, Kord stopped dead in his tracks. He slowly cocked his head to the left of himself to see an assault rifle leveled on him. Kord let his eye's flow down his assailant as things seemed to slow down again, the PSF's words to him about freezing and not moving were almost ten times slower than normal. Watching the scene play out the PSF moved in slow motion towards him, the gun was pointed directly at his chest.

Sweat was beading directly down his temple as the keys slowly slipped back between his fingers, it took him a moment but Kord realized the PSF was onto the weapon in his hand, he ordered him to drop them, with no other recourse Kord did as he was commanded letting the metal keys flop silently to the ground with a small clink of metal. Kord raised his hands, the whole world was still in slow motion as the guard moved in, when he was within grabbing distance, the guard turned the rifle around, presumably to smash the butt of it into Kords face to knock him cold. Kord watched as the butt of the rifle slowly came towards his face, at the very last second Kord let himself go down to the ground to avoid the blow and grabbed the keys he had just dropped. He tried to position them in his fingers but he was not quick enough to get a firm grasp on them, he struck out with them and the ones he had managed to get between his fingers slammed into the guards lower stomach. There was yelp of surprise and pain as the guard grunted angrily, the hit was far from lethal, things seemed to speed back up right as the guard drove his foot into the side of Kords head knocking him for a loop as he slammed to the ground.

Everything seemed to spin for a moment before Kord could get his eye's to work properly again, he could feel warm fluid running down the side of his head, there was a sharp pain in his frontal lobe. The guard whom had hit him was making his way forward, for what means Kord did not know and he had no intention of figuring it out, Kord reached into his belt and pulled the Beretta from his belt and pointed it at the guard. The PSF was too close however and quickly kicked the gun out of his hand towards the cabin nearby. The man quickly climbed on top of Kord, his weight pinned him down as he tried to struggle. The PSF drove his fist across Kord's face once, than twice and then a third time, the hits were hard and direct as blood slashed the ground from his mouth.

[color=tan][b]"I am going to enjoy finally making you scream."[/b][/color]

Kord heard the words as another hard fist cracked him across the jaw.[/color]