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Message: <blockquote data-quote="The Forsaken One" data-source="post: 782337" data-attributes="member: 799">After planting the charge you flush the toilet and with a clang you close the door of the toilet behind you, a louder sound then you'd have liked. You slowly turn around and walk towards the door of the guard post. As you walk past the two guards at the table the same one as before nods at you and faintly smiles while the other keeps his back turned to you and his focus on his coffee.The steel door that forms your exit proves heavier again then you remembered from the minute before when you entered the small building. When you get outside again and close the door behind you you glance over the building for a moment and it all strikes you as very primitive and old indeed. The other guard leans back against the pole barring the gate in the middle of the road while taking a sip from a metal flask, afterwards he lights a sigaret and spots you. You see him smiling in the orange-reddish glow of his sigaret as he offers you the flask.The sweet smell of alcohol drifts through the air and reaches your nostrills as you press the conformation button on the inside of your coat.Just a couple of kilometres away a helicopter gracefully swings over the desert floor as it alters its direction and now seers towards the prison compound.</blockquote>