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exact revenge. The guards couldn't know Nathan was an
undercover operative. They saw him simply as a violent offender
bent on escape. The men of her family had died in the line of duty
and she wouldn't make more widows of honorable men tonight.
    She clipped one tranquilizer hypo-spray onto
her ankle boot and a second on the back of her waistband. Eyeing
the modest assortment of weapons, she wished for a Keris .
With that unique blade she could've made any lethal result look
like Simon, Dr. Kristoff’s pet killer, had been in town.
    Kelly reminded herself death wasn’t the point
tonight. Anyone could kill with the proper training or motivation.
While she might have both, at heart she wasn’t the "kill 'em all
and let God sort it out" type. She'd been trained to rise above
primal instinct to exact potent, appropriate, and immediate
justice.
    And she'd start by freeing an innocent man
who was drowning on his assignment.
    Muting her internal analyst, she finished
outfitting herself and loaded her 9mm with non-lethal rounds. The
modified ammo would allow her to neutralize any opponent without
wasting energy on hand-to-hand combat.
    After securing the back bench again, she
swiveled around to the passenger seat and pulled a thin makeup case
out of the glove box. A few swipes of dark paint blurred her
features and she was nearly ready.
    Climbing out of the car, staying under the
net, she rounded the trunk, popped it open and peeled back the side
wall liner to reveal two new license plates.
    Switching the plates only took a minute.
Making the new plate as dirty as the rest of the car took a little
longer. She shook her head, imagining Nathan’s face and certain
misery over the car’s appearance. She'd ease his shock with a
promise to help him detail it as soon as they were far away from
here. Then she’d move on with her own agenda, hopefully with
Nathan's help.
    As dusk fell, she gathered up the camouflage
netting and drove closer to the prison. Better to leave the car at
a safe distance, but she wasn't sure how mobile Nathan would be.
She couldn’t expect to waltz out with an unhealthy prisoner as
easily as she expected to waltz in to the facility.
    With the car hidden once more, she scooted
closer to the west wall. Clouds scudded across the sky and slivered
moon, helping the cause, if not her mood. She could blend with the
shadows, the grounds, everything outside. It was all the things
Nathan didn’t know about the inside environment that gnawed at
her.
    A review of security patterns, a hack into
the system and her onsite efforts these past days led her to break
in through the prison infirmary on the west edge of the facility.
Security was a bit lighter there since access was restricted from
the inside. According to the blueprints, the original solitary
confinement cells were under the medical wing. On the designs, the
SHU looked like a series of wells. It didn't take a vivid
imagination to understand why prisoners referred to solitary as
'the hole'. Creeping closer to the fence, she said yet another
prayer that none of the recent wardens had been industrious enough
to dig new cells elsewhere.
    Using wire cutters and a looping circuit, she
bypassed the electric fencing and slithered under it. She waited
for the next slash of the flood light, then followed in its wake to
the bottom of the southwest corner guard tower. Cleated gloves and
toe clips made ascending the impossibly smooth wall almost easy.
Almost. Catching her breath, she palmed the tranquilizer, and
withdrew the security card she’d ripped from an amorous guard in
the local bar two nights ago.
    Staying low, she swiped the card through the
reader, paused, then pushed inside. She had the hypo-spray pressed
to the guard's neck before he could turn. As he collapsed, she
eased him to the floor, and secured him with his own plastic cuffs.
Then she helped herself to his access card.
    Swiping it through the reader on his
computer, the prison systems opened like a book,