Well, he was pretty sure the man wouldn’t be sitting on the floor staring at the door.
He needed to move before the assholes came back for him.
Going over to the shelf, he lifted the wood part off of the wall, and touched the metal bracket holding it up.
Then, he looked at the door.
It was time to be brave and be more like his brother and less like himself.
Removing it from the piece holding it up, he walked toward the door, and saw the crack between the door and the lock.
Shoving it in, he wiggled it, twisted it, and jammed it down. He cut his hand doing it, but the door opened.
Taking off his flannel, he put it on the floor.
Why?
So if Gamble came for him, he’d know he had been there. Since he knew he wasn’t dead, and his friends had saved him, at least he’d have a chance.
When Poe peeked out into the empty hallway, he knew no one would likely be around at this time of the day. He also knew they weren’t worried about him.
To the mercenaries, he was just a weakling and a doctor. That was going to work in his favor.
This office building had to be up pretty high, and that meant there was likely an exit on the ground floor. To Poe, that was his way out.
Creeping out, he headed toward the stairwell.
On his way down, he saw a box to break the glass and pull an alarm.
There was also a fire extinguisher and an ax.
Grabbing the ax, he headed down the stairs, listening for any sounds in case he needed to use his weapon.
Fortunately, there were no sounds or people.
Could he get this lucky?
Had they underestimated him that much?
Or were the mercenaries that dumb?
Well, Von said good help was hard to find.
As he got down to the main entrance, there was a guy standing guard. He had a gun, and he was blocking his way out of there as he watched the doors to make sure no one came inside.
Creeping up behind him, Poe swung the blunt side of the ax, cracking the guy in the back of the skull.
He heard the sound of bone breaking, but knew he needed to survive. It was every human for themselves at this point.
When the man dropped, he grabbed him by the feet, and dragged him into the room nearby. When the door behind him closed, he leaned against it, breathing deeply.
Someone needed to get some cardio.
Clearly.
Outside the door, he heard footsteps, and he waited.
Not a sound was made, but he knew there had to be five or six people. He watched their shadows go past the room he was in with the now-dead-asshole.
