The phone number did turn out to belong to the Gadget Man. When Jake The Snake first dialed the number an operator came on and said the number had been disconnected. That's when he knew the number had to have been written in some kind of code. He entered the digits in backwards and wallah! Jake The Snake was connected to the notorious Gadget Man. They spent most of the night going over every detail of the elaborate scheme to bust Fred loose. The Gadget Man. The perfectionist.
It was very close to 10am. The overly medicated,demented, inmates were already drinking their stale coffee and walking around in circles like Zombies. Jake The Snake wanted to say goodbye to the few friends he had but he knew that wasn't a good idea. When it really came down to it, everyone was a rat, even the hardcore gangsters who complained about snitches the most.
Any minute Miss Peabody the prison psychiatrist would arrive on the block to do her weekly check ups on the feeble minded inmates. Boy did he have a big surprise for her!
Miss Peabody was an attractive woman in her early 40's with a taut body of an avid Olympic swimmer. She had the looks and she knew it. She was always dressing too provocative and flaunting her body to taunt the inmates. Her long silky ebony hair made her look absolutely stunning.
When Miss Peabody arrived on the pill block at precisely 10am inmates crowded around her like a swarm of bees with their frivolous questions that they could probably answer themselves. She looked garish as usual wearing a hennaed pantsuit made of possibly leather that clung to her body like suction cups.
Miss Peabody seemed to be in a foul mood and rolled her eyes at the stupid questions the nutcases were asking probably only hanging around to catch a whiff of her sweet perfume.
Jake The Snake stood aloof groping the 9mm in his pocket watching Miss Peabody as she managed to shoo away the inmates and unlock her office door. This was going to be so much fun. Her bad day was about to go from zero to sixty in a nanosecond.
The crowd tapered off as she allowed one inmate to enter her office and sit in the comfy swivel chair to get some free therapy. The inmate sitting in the swivel chair was a newbie and Fred surmised he was probably telling the psychiatrist his life story about how his father used to make him stand in the corner while he tossed beer cans at him. Inmates fabricated stories all the time. Anything they could conjure off the top of their head to hopefully get the 5k2.0. A downward departure. Only stupid people went to jail. Smart people went to hospitals where they could gawk at pretty nurses all day and didn't have to work. Whatever stupid story they could come up with. Monkeys with wings. Pink flying elephants. Brass bells that clanged incessantly in their head. Psychiatrists soaked that stuff up like a gullible jury.
Fred smacked the side of his head realizing that he had to snap out of his reverie and get down to business. Without the slightest rue Jake The Snake pranced into Miss Peabody's office and fired twice lodging two bullets into the inmate's chest. The inmate's head dropped down abruptly like he was bowing his head to pray. Miss Peabody gaped in horror and covered her hands with her mouth as rivulets of dark blood trickled all over the freshly buffed tiled floor.
Jake The Snake wasted no time digesting the shooting and walked with audacity towards Miss Peabody and grabbed her by the hair pulling her up from the chair. Fred's left arm squeezed tightly onto a fistful of Miss Peabody's long ebony hair as he quickly led her out of the office while jamming the cold barrel of the 9mm into the side of her neck.
The Correctional Officer that was on duty hid under a desk in the office like a coward.
"Ouch! Somebody please help me! Get this man off me" Screamed Miss Peabody. Jake The Snake dragged her across the compound by the hair and headed towards the main gate. Ironically none of the underpaid Correctional Officers wanted to be Heroes and most of them found a place to hide. Jake The Snake kept the gun rammed into the side of Miss Peabody's neck as they trotted towards the main gate.
As they were running Jake saw his shadow in front of him slowly grow longer. He knew what was happening. As he quickly glanced behind him a big brawny African inmate was in mid air closing in for the tackle. Miss Peabody was his wannabe girlfriend whom he enjoyed flirting with every day. Jake The Snake was not going to take his secret crush away from him right out from under his nose.
Fred spun around fast and put two in the inmate's chest. Miss Peabody's secret lover dropped to the ground cursing as he went down. Jake The Snake was flabbergasted when he witnessed the short red headed lieutenant quickly unlock the front gates and then run away. Was it really going to be this easy? Were all the haughty guards really just a bunch of wussies?
Inmates that did acts of heroism could get some time knocked off their sentence so he wasn't surprised that desperate inmates might try to intervene. Jake The Snake laughed out loud when he had no problem waltzing through the front gates and noticed that the control room was completely empty. Maybe these people weren't so tough when you put them on stage.
When Jake The Snake made it out to the parking lot Miss Peabody was still screaming. He loosened his grip on the fistful of her hair he was holding and hoped she would shut up a little. An old familiar sound that he recognized from prison escape movies infiltrated the air. The piercing sound of the alarm was almost deafening. He wanted to cover his sensitive ears but he obviously couldn't. The snipers in the control tower would shoot him for sure if the muzzle moved even a couple inches from Miss Peabody's neck.
"Where's your car? Where's your stupid ride sister?" He yanked her head up so she could see where she was going. Miss Peabody pointed to a black BMW M3 freshly waxed and shimmering in the sunlight.
"Unlock it on our way over," He said, "Come on let's move!"
The pain in her scalp throbbed in excruciating pain as she fished in her tight leather left pocket for her keys as Jake The Snake continued yanking her hair and leading her towards the BMW. Miss Peabody pushed the unlock button on the key chain remote and the yellow turn signal lights flashed making the BMW prominent amidst the other showy sports cars. When they got to the driver's side door he ordered her to open it then plopped down in the driver's seat without taking his left hand off her hair and his right hand pinning the gun to her neck.
Fred pulled Miss Peabody onto his lap and waited until she shut the door before he slid into the passenger's seat. When he looked up he saw lots of black-and-whites speeding down the thoroughfare coming in towards his direction with wailing sirens. Fortunately Miss Peabody's zippy car had tinted windows which would help him out tremendously.
Jake The Snake looked up at the control towers which consisted of uniformed figures all pointing rifles right at him. The pigs were closing in on him and it was about to get ugly. Show time He thought to himself, I love it when it's show time.