Mad Dash Escape

“I’ll tell you what you need and that’s a gun.”

An alarm went off, echoing throughout the residence hall corridor.

John turned towards his wife. She had a gun in one hand and an expression on her face he had never seen before now. It was a mix of shining pride and tentative fear.

“Why would I need a gun, Emily?”

“Well, see, the thing is,” she was picking phantom lint off her uniform. She only fake picked at things when she was about to deliver uncomfortable news. “I may have killed the Captain.”

There it was. John actually felt his jaw drop. “You may have?”

“Well, no, I most certainly did.”

As far as he knew, his wife had never killed a person but her hand was steady on the gun, an experienced hold. He tried to catch her eye and prayed it wouldn’t be the gaze of a stranger.

Emily sighed dramatically as if John’s caution was unfounded.  When she met his eye she at least had the decency to look abashed.  “Don’t you at least want to know why I killed her?”

Footsteps were coming down the hall, heavy and united – a squad looking for their target. Their target was his wife.

“Where would I find a gun?”

“We’ll probably have to disarm a guard.” She beckoned him to her side of the corridor with a two finger motion. He followed the order immediately. “It was for a good reason.”

John wanted to believe her and as they dipped into a nearby empty room he decided that he would believe, at least until they got out of this mess.

“They’ll be checking each room individually. Let’s hide behind the door.”

“This isn’t a movie, Emily.”

“Trust me, it’ll work.”

So they waited behind the door, his breath caught in his throat. They heard a nearby door open, then another, then their own. Like in the movies, the door swung open and concealed them. A single guard searched the room.

Emily jumped forward and onto the back of the guard in a single movement. The guard, caught off guard, stumbled backwards and onto John. It was easy to twist the arm and disarm the man, easier still to use the side of the gun to knock him unconscious.

“Let’s head to the escape pods.”

“We need a code –”

“A code I have, John, since I manage pod maintenance.”

They ran down the path that led to the lower decks. “Why is the ship still moving?”

“Auto-pilot. I doubt they want to alarm anyone.”

She went down the ladder, John followed. At the base the room was empty, for now.

“Why did you do it, Emily?” He needed to know before getting in the pod with her, before soaring straight to Earth. He’d either be traveling with a vigilante or a psychopath, but he needed to know which.

Her smile twisted then, eyes widened with lunacy. John stepped back in fear. “Because I wanted to and I could.”

Written for this weeks #FinishThatThought

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