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“Shoot! The door’s face ID locked!” One man yelled, bashing a wrench against a highly secured metal door. “Yo, B-Bop, you still got that heat knife?”
“Yessir,” B-Bop replied, searching his orange jumpsuit’s pockets for the knife. He finally found it after a hot minute, tossing the knife’s metallic handle to the man with the wrench. “What are you gonna do with it anyways, Juniors?”
Juniors pressed a switch on the knife, a flaming red blade shooting up from a small slit on the handle. “I’m gonna do what I’ve seen in the movies!” He exclaimed, slamming the knife into a panel beside the door entrance with a crash.
Electricity shot out from the puncture hole, steam filling the air. The door slid slightly open, wide enough for both B-Bop and Juniors to slide in. Juniors jumped at the opportunity, hastily wiggling the knife out from the newly made hole and slipping into whatever lurked beyond the door. B-Bop hurriedly went in after him.
But, when the duo got inside, they realized something.
They were missing another member.
Juniors rushed towards the open door, poking his head out from the crack. “Yo, Scarfson! Get in here before they catch up!”
He directed his speech to a robot, a small one. It ran on two tracks on each side of its body, with a large camera eye in the middle of its head. The robot gazed into the distance, looking at a prison building that was layered with metal fences. It wheeled itself around, creating a loud buzz as it followed Juniors’ words.
Before it stepped inside, Scarfson turned back around, giving the prison one final melancholy look before leaving, its camera eye adjusting focus.
It was a very important day for the odd trio. A prison break involving two wanted criminals… plus a security robot turned bad. They just hijacked a police spaceship, planning on flying their way out of the prison. Sirens were screaming throughout the entire prison, and if they weren’t fast enough, the police would be screaming at them too.
Everything was going according to plan… Well, it was at first.
Scarfson settled into the spaceship, scanning the insides as B-Bop dashed to the pilot’s seat. Juniors followed him, eyes widening at the mass amounts of buttons and data presented to him at once. A spaceship pilot had to navigate all of this? Juniors mused. He’d probably crash if he had to fly this.
“So, uh… you know how to fly these things?” Juniors inquired, turning his attention to a seated B-Bop. “I only took the… you know, the space taxis.”
“Yes, I do, yes sir,” B-Bop replied, shooting Juniors a quick thumbs up as he settled in the comfortable leather pilot’s seat. He reached a hand over to press a button in the distance. “All I gotta do is press this and we’re out.”
Usually, spaceships like this would use keys, but the police complained about the amount they were carrying, which means…
“Sweet! I’ll sit in the back with Scarfson and-“
WAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!! WAHHHHHHHH!!! The sounds of sirens grew louder as Juniors ran back, seeing Scarfson stare out the still-opened door.
A group of people called out from outside, and Juniors could vaguely make out laser pistols pointed at him and his fellow robot. “Prisoner 26FE09 put your hands up this instance!” One of the cops yelled, threatening to shoot.
Juniors weakly raised his hands, glancing at Scarfson. The two shared a glance before darting off to the side as the police shot their laser pistols, red beams crashing into the walls and leaving burn holes in the cold metal.
“B-Bop!” Juniors yelled, backing up to the pilot’s seat. “Start the ship! NOW!”
“Yessir.” B-Bop lightly pressed a button, and the spaceship's engine started to roar.
“Gosh- how do we close the door?!” Juniors ran back, digging into his pockets and bringing out his heat knife. He heard the police outside yell at each other, but he couldn’t make it out clearly. Lasers were still being fired, Scarfson was hiding in the back of the ship, and B-Bop was getting ready for takeoff.
Juniors dashed back towards the opening, heat knife in hand. He readied himself, pressed the switch on the heat knife, and threw it out of the door opening as the ship took off the ground. He sighed, relieved that it was over. The door to the spaceship somehow closed afterward.
He glanced over at everyone on the ship. Scarfson wheeled itself out of hiding, and B-Bop was excitedly piloting the spaceship. It was a fast ascension from ground to air, now they just had to be fast enough to avoid the police catching up to them with their spaceships.
“Hey… were you the one who closed the doors?” Juniors walked back over to B-Bop as Scarfson quietly wheeled behind him.
B-Bop shrugged. “No idea, sir. It might be the automatic safety system in place.”
Scarfson made a beep, alerting the two.
“Maybe it was Scarfson! It’s always had a… connection with police equipment.” Juniors exclaimed. “Uh… I think I’m gonna puke.”
“Move it to the back, sir!” B-Bop called urgently as Juniors dashed away.