Trapped

Chapter 7

            Trinity fell and flipped her legs over her head while she bent her knees.  Catching the edge of the chasm and slamming into the shaft.  Gabe’s hands clamped around her ankles to keep her from falling.  Leaning down into the chasm and extending his hand to her, she grabbed it while curling upwards.  She sat on the edge of the chasm for a moment and stood.

            “Don’t do that again,” Gabe gasped and Trinity nodded bending over, releasing a breath she had been holding.

            “This is a prison right?” Trinity asked strengthening up.

            “Yeah,”

            “There is armory, full stocked.  In theory, anyway.

            “Yeah, so?” Gabe shrugged.

            “I doubt these Exterminators will be here to kill the roaches.  If we load up now, we will be able to hopefully hold our own against them and it might just save our lives.”

            “I don’t think I want you to have a gun.” Gabe laughed.

            “He may have my entire life at his fingertips, but what he can’t take away is my muscle memory.  I didn’t think during any of that.  The more weapons we have, the better.” Trinity explained.

            “Where would this armory be?” Gabe asked.

            “Well, where was it in the prison?” Trinity prompted.

            “Follow me,” Gabe motioned.  Backing all the way to the cell block, he led her up to the top level and down a hallway.  Pushing a door open they walked into a fully stocked armory. “How did you know?”

            “Logic,” she shrugged picking up a Glock 17 from the rack.  Examining the side against her hand, she pulled the slide back and checked the magazine.  Setting it down on the table in the center of the room she selected another Glock 17 from the rack.  Grabbing two holsters for the gun, she found a belt and put it on.  Clipping the guns holsters onto the belt, she selected a military issue tactical vest and attached clips to hold an assault rifle to her back.  She pulled an M4 Carbine off the wall, checked the sites and breach before setting it on the table next to the pair of Glocks.

            “You know what you are doing?” Gabe asked her as he pulled ammunition out.

            “Check the sites to see if in needs readjustment, check the breach to see if it is hot, check magazine to see if it is loaded.  We will be in close quarters without ear protection, I suggest silencers.  Flash bangs and gas grenades will be critical if we need to escape rather quickly.  Armor piercing rounds will give us a tactical advantage since we, well I, have no body armor.” Trinity explained grabbing a long K-Bar and a stack of stiletto’s.  She put the K-Bar on the table and affixed a sheath to the vest.  Sticking the K-bar in the sheath and putting the vest on, she screwed the suppressor onto the end of the M4 and put in on her back.

            “What, did he just give you back your tactical memory?”

            “You can’t take my tactical memory, it’s like muscle memory.  Engrained into my brain, he can’t take those away from me.” Trinity said snapping loaded magazines into the Glock’s.  She put them in the holsters and put the extra magazines in the tactical vest.  Gabe grabbed a tactical shotgun to add to his arsenal and ammo for it.  He was going through a drawer when he found a packet.  Opening it, inside was a rubber strip and a piece of paper with one word on it.

Collar

            “Come here,” he said.

            “What?”

            “I know how to get rid of the collar.”