Bridge stood, making his way over to Scipio. "How…how long will he be out for, do you think?"
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Scipio shrugged. "Probably ten minutes. Let's get moving." He checked to make sure no guards were coming before walking close to the wall, moving as quickly as he could while making as little possible noise.
Bridge followed in the same manner, walking just as he would when it was late and his father wasn't quite asleep. He made no noise and stayed out of sight, keeping up with Scipio.
Scipio had to knock out one more guard they saw so he wouldn't set off any alarms, but it seemed Scipio had been right about his timing. There were hardly any guards out and about.
Bridge flinched and almost froze whenever he saw or heard a guard, but kept following Scipio, unsure of exactly where they were headed. Out, he knew, but where was that?
Scipio paused every once in a while to examine their surroundings so he knew which way to go. At one point, Scipio decided to knock out a couple guards and took their uniforms so they could walk around freely. He tossed one uniform to Bridge and quickly put on his own, using the hat to cast a shadow over his eyes, making him unrecognizable.
Bridge put on his own uniform - although it was a little big on him, he could still easily run in it. It covered most of what would be easily identifiable - his pale skin, freckles, hair and eyes.
Scipio nodded silently to Bridge and began walking in the center of the hallway, mimicking the gait of the guards. No one seemed to notice them. At one point, the alarms started, which meant that Luka had woken up. All the guards ran off in that direction and Scipio found the door. He scanned Luka's card and slipped outside with Bridge.
Bridge shielded his eyes from the sunlight, continuing to walk after Scipio. It was so…warm and bright out here - things he really never thought he'd feel again. He'd been so used to the cold and darkness of the asylum.
"Clocking out, boys. Y'all have a nice day." Scipio waved to the outside guards with a pretty good fake American accent, and they nodded back in affirmation. They couldn't hear the alarms from out here. Scipio hailed a taxi once they'd gotten out and asked him to take them into the city.
Bridge sat in the seat next to Scipio, lifting his hat just a little to look up at him. He had no idea what Scipio's plan was, but it had gotten them out of the asylum alright.
Scipio smirked a bit and took Bridge's hand. He was clearly quite pleased with himself. Once they got out of the taxi, Scipio paid with some money he'd found in the uniform he was wearing and got out with Bridge. He took off his hat at that point. "We'll have to lay low… it'll be on the news soon, so we'll have to get out of the country as soon as possible." He whispered so only Bridge could hear him.
Bridge nodded, finding comfort in Scipio's hand. "Do…we don't have enough money," He responded in the same quiet voice.
"Well, we can either get jobs or do odd jobs, or stowaway. Either works. Obviously I'm not adverse to ignoring the law."
"Well…I know that. I…I guess I don't really know. What do…do you think?" Bridge asked softly, looking up at him.
"Well, in order to get on legally, we'd probably need around $900 and passports, which is all very tedious. Also potentially problematic since we need IDs and I don't want to deal with the process of making fake ones. We could just stowaway in the luggage storage for free, which also works."
"Oh." Bridge nodded. "Okay. I…we can do that."
"First, we'll want to go to the library so we have access to a computer. Then we can figure out flight times and stuff." Scipio started walking off, still holding Bridge's hand.
Bridge nodded, following him. "There's…I think there's one a couple blocks from here."
"Alright." Scipio wandered until he found a sign for the library, heading off in that direction. They found it and went inside.
It was a relatively big city library, with around seven floors - the second one, as the directory said, being filled with computers.
Scipio went upstairs and got onto one of the computers. He looked up flights to Italy and found one happening in about two days at eight a.m.
Bridge couldn't help but smile a little bit. He was going to Italy with Scipio. Hopefully he would, anyway.
"Alright, now we just have to lay low for two days so we aren't found and brought back." Scipio logged out the computer and left with Bridge.
"Where…are we going anywhere?" Bridge asked, looking up at him.
Scipio shrugged. "It's been a long time since I was out here. I don't know where to go."
"I…I think I could find my old house if I tried, but…" Bridge glanced out the window for a moment before returning his gaze to Scipio. "I don't really want to."
"I could kill your dad for you. Or at least tie him up in the basement until we leave."
"That…would probably kill him too," Bridge admitted with a small shrug.
"He can survive two days without food or water." Scipio said simply. "Trust me, I've done my research."