Gwendolyn Goodway left her sisters holding cell, thinking she finally got through to her good senses, seeing how quiet she was sitting on the metal bed.
. Yet, Guinevere Evilway, was not sitting and stirring in her own self-pity of betraying PRUDE, friends and family. Her younger sister couldn’t touch the wickedness, still lurking inside the heart of the devilish mastermind of FETISH, which the diabolical mind was working on an escape plan, since she was captured by her former apprentice, Penelope “Nell” Goodyshoes.
“Now to work” Guinevere mumbles softly to watch the changing of the guards and seeing Rookie PRUDE agents, no more then eighteen replacing the season veterans to give her chance “the plot’s thickness, so it must be true, we really must be hurting PRUDE badly to assign babies to watch over me. So that way OHMYGOD has been taking over more of the PRUDE operations in the past few months, shortage of field agents to spread their line’s even thinner.”
Evilway plotted a plan from a real incident of American history, of the infamous bank robber John Dillinger, escaped from prison, just using a gun craves out of soap or was it a whittled down a wooden gun? Or even better a craved hard potato “Well, I have no wood or a potato, so it has to be a soap bar, which I have one. So what, I have to crave it out with, perhaps this plastic soap, hum?”
The rookie guards, were still wet behind the ears to notice the plastic soap was missing, not the knife, which would be too noticeable, when the breakfast tray taken out of the cell and not counted for the items “that it my Pretties be naively for my benefit.”
| Evilway, broke the soap head in half to make a cheap knife to slice into the water down a soap bar to make it easy to cut into, without being notice. It took, serval hours to accomplish the feat and using the mascara make-up that was permitted for her, by a naive supervisor to paint the soap black.
Evilway waited for the lunch time to bring her lunch into the cell, when she made the move by jumping one of the three rookie guards, pushing the fake gun up into the throat of the frightened agent “scream or make a move for the guns any of you three and she done with, now get in here, NOW!”
The Rookie’s were so raw to think straight and just obey, watching Evilway disarm them and be locked into the cell “Good-bye, Ladies and give, Doctor Director Gabrielle Godiva my best wishes!”
Guinevere manages to escape the prison’s third floor sub-basement, back up into the bakery factory, with no problems of knowing the layout like the back of her hand “now to steal a vehicle.”
She made her way in the parking lot outside the factory to see her kid sister was already in a car to leave “prefect timing you have Guinevere, killing two birds with one stone, your freedom and your baby sister in tow!” Gwendolyn Goodway was ready to put the SUV into gear to see the passenger side fling open and Guinevere Evilway jumped into to the seat this time around with a real gun “DRIVE!”
Gwendolyn just stood theirs with semiautomatic pointed directly at her face, making the small barrel look like a cannon to mumble out in tears “I’m going to tell MOMMY and DADDY about this, Guinevere Goodway!”
“Oh for Pete’s Sakes, just stuff it and drive, will you” Guinevere moans out in a long sigh, while disarming Gwen.
Mon Aug 08 12:45:28 2011