Prison Break
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
British (General)Transcript
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a drum roll sounded on. The assemblage responded with cheers and jeers. I was silent. My attention was focused beyond the chaos around me, past the justices high on their diets, past the constables, attentive in their surveillance towards the broads door. At the far end of the open court, the prisoners entrance, the chief justice, Lord Anders, sounded his gavel. Silence descended on the forms around me, return to their seats, rebuked my line of sight to the door was unobstructed. Bring out the prisoner and is cold. The great toward indoor began to move on, groaning metal hinges. It was practically mediaeval, nothing like the high tech sensor and computer operated doors beyond. But I suppose that was the point. It was meant to be evocative of distant days. Shura days, Harsha days, the judges to decked out in their scarlet robes and severe head pieces, each wearing a perpetual scowl. It was all meant to create a sense of separation, a finality. We were to understand the distance between ourselves and those above. We were to respect the authority. They wield it and understand the absolute nous of their rulings. We were in turn to believe them justified in and off their own authority. The door finished its arc. Two men wearing the trim blues of the constabulary on the obscuring face shield of prisoner detail stepped into view. Then I saw him the preacher. He was Hagit, dirty, bruised and sporting weeks of unkempt facial growth. But there was no mistaking the man under the mess. The prisoner detail guided him to a podium, facing both the crowd on the half ring of judges, Elden Fale gear stands accused of the following high crimes propagation of heretical and seditious belief, countermanding free commerce statutes, laundering money through unlicensed philanthropic endeavours on DH intellectual deviants. Be it known that under interrogation, the accused has confessed in full to his guilt. With a flourish that could not have bean unpracticed, he held aloft a tablet bearing a shaky signature. Beneath a wall of text bridge are directed display facility schematics on the aft screen schematics on screen. The metallic voice of the ship's A I answered. I swivelled my chair around to the view panel, studying the facility for the 10/1000 time bridge and large cellblock beater beetles where the ordinary condemned awaited execution. Alfa was reserved for those considered dangerous. Ed Deline, I assumed, would be in beater. I glared at the blueprint. I paid good money to the right people on the wrong side of the law for this file, and it was practically unreadable. Appoints bridge How many cells in the specified region unknown. Insufficient resolution. Damn it! Bridge. Can you clean up background noise in the image? Negative. I decided to try another approach. Bridge How many cells in cell block Alfa 12 cells present in map designated cellblock Alfa on how many present in Charlie Charlie was the holding area for those awaiting punishments less severe than death, the main ing beating and branding wing of the prison as it were. Precise answers not possible. Based on data quality. I approximate fewer than 50. I sighed beaters bigger than Alfa and about the same size as Charlie. So if this thing's to scale, and if it's accurate, I'm looking at between 12 to 50 I shook my head. There was a lot of ifs in that thought process. Baby faces badge Buster's into the elevator, and I punched the button for the roof level. A red flash and loud bust signalled that the command had not been accepted. Fighting back the panic that threatened to overtake me, I punched the top floor. That, too, elicited a negative. My hands were shaking. Now I tried the next floor. The elevator controls flashed green and we were moving. I released my breath, realising that I've been holding it. You're right peddling asked beside me. I tried not to jump the unexpected sound of his voice. I should be asking you that priest I live, he said with a ghost of a smile. I smiled, too. It was good to see the old settling even in just a flicker of him again. Me, too. This badge must not have high enough clearance to get to the roof. We're going to have to find a staircase. There should be one west of where we'll get out. Hey, knotted, they'll be gods. I anticipated that. I lifted the pistol by way of demonstration, and he nodded again. The elevator doors opened and I peeked my head out. The immediate vicinity was clear. Let's go. I could Fortune quickly ran out. We barely gotten the half a dozen steps before a constable stepped out of a side room he wasn't looking for us. He was a surprise to see escapees as we were to see him, but he went immediately for a side arm. I barely got a shot off in time. He went down, and Ed Lynn had the foresight to grab the downed constables weapon and several ammo cylinders. The commotion, meanwhile, had drawn the interest of a handful of constables. The priest stunned the first to emerge, and we both dispatched the next few. As far as I could tell, no one had a chance to set an alarm. Yet we need to go. ECON advice pulling me forward. There will be more of them.