"They're gonna find us and kill us Chad!" A solider whispered in a frantic hushed voice to his comrade. They were a few of the guards who were undiscovered, mainly because of the secret prisoner they were carrying. Someone who was planned to be executed in front of the Metas to show the nations power. But now it all seemed to be falling apart and the remaining soldiers were losing their cool.
"You know, you should seemed worried," a man's gruff voice said, coming from a darkened cage to the far left of the room the men where hiding in. "Considering I'm a dangerous criminal, maybe you shouldn't have underestimated me so much. Especially since I know how to pick locks." Within a second, the cage door burst forward smacking into the man named Chad, knocking him out cold. A dark figure leapt out of the shadows and tackled the other man, knocking him out cold. As he got up, he searched for his gear, which they had swiped from him. Once he found it, he slipped it on, and opened the door. "I'll let you live and even activate the homing beacon so your men ca find you. But then you are all on your own." He said before leaving them.
As he walked, he activated the code along the wall to hack into the loud speaker, and he spoke, "Attention. I've activated the homing beacon, so if your a solider, gather up. If you're a Meta, get out, and don't kill anymore soldiers. And if you have any problems with that, come to me first, Quickdraw." The man disconnected the speaker, and walked along the deserted hallway. Then he stopped, and activated a charge, blowing a hole in the side, so he could escape.