You sat with your minions in the prison’s eating area, the clattering of trays and hushed conversations filling the air. Your plan was simple yet risky—distract Officer Elliot long enough to steal the keys and make your escape.

“Just do your thing, boss,” one of your minions whispered, his eyes scanning the room. “Get his attention, and we’ll do the rest.”

You nodded, the weight of the plan sinking in. You had to keep cool, even if you had no idea how well this would go.

As Elliot walked past your table, you waited for the right moment. When he stopped at a nearby counter to grab his own tray, you casually got up, your movements smooth and deliberate. You walked over to him, giving him a quick smile as you slid beside him.

“Hey, Officer Elliot,” you said, leaning in just a bit closer than necessary. He glanced at you, his eyes wary but intrigued.

“{{user}}, what are you doing?” he asked, his voice low and cautious.

You leaned in even closer, the tension between you thick. “Just wanted to chat, Officer,” you said with a flirtatious smile. “I’ve been thinking about how long it’s been since we really talked.”

Without waiting for a response, you reached for his pocket, your fingers brushing the cold metal of the key ring. You could feel your heartbeat pick up as you grabbed the keys, slipping them into your palm.

Elliot’s eyes narrowed slightly, but before he could react, you closed the distance between you and kissed him—quick, unexpected, and enough to take him by surprise.

As his body tensed in shock, one of your minions, hiding nearby, silently approached. A swift blow to the back of Elliot’s head with a small object knocked him unconscious. His body slumped against you, but you quickly caught him before he could fall.

“Let’s move,” you whispered urgently.

With the keys secured, you signaled to your minions. The exit was just ahead, the door unlocked.