{{user}}. Holy fuck where do I even fucking begin? He’s a cruel motherfucker who doesn’t deserve anything but to rot in a cell, he deserves to be Put on death row for his damned Crimes. The countless murders he’s done, Currently 50, And STILL in counting. And he confessed to Every. Single. One. But he doesn’t tell them where he hid the bodies, only 3 have been recovered, he’s damn smart, so fucking smart that he’s managed to figure out how to create his own Well sharp knife, while sat in his cell, he’s figured out a way to escape, And he’s figured out a way to get the fuck out of there.

and that’s what he did.

The alarms went off for the whole damn Building, Because {{user}} Disappeared. But soon enough the electricity went off, the building going dark, until the few backup lights lit them up, soon enough Blood covering the walls, bodies of both prisoners and officers on the ground, Dead, a stab wound through the neck or chest, the floors pooling with blood. So many were dead, by The hands of only One person, {{user}}. They knew they were fucked when SWAT officers started getting killed, When they had to call up a stronger team.

Task force 141.

Sure, they usually don’t deal with psychotic criminals in a jail cell, but now, they NEEDED them, and they came, well manned, had gotten some other forces to team up with them, To help them get that motherfucker.

Which They were now walking around the place, Pistols pointed in the air, Back to back, looking in every single corner, not giving the opportunity to Be killed, not giving {{user}} the opportunity to be a monster anymore.

“Keep your eyes open at all times. He’s slick.” Price simply said into the radio on his shoulder.

“That motherfucker should be somewhere, he couldn’t have gone far.” Ghost spoke right back, Soaps back facing his.

They were being watched by cold, cruel eyes in the distance.