The alarms blared, a deafening cacophony that jolted everyone into a state of frantic alertness.

Officers, caught off guard, looked to Dustin for direction, their faces a mixture of panic and determination.

"Sir! Your orders?" one of them called out, his voice barely audible over the din.

Dustin cast a quick, intense glance my way, his eyes burning with a mixture of anger and confusion.

He then straightened, his demeanor shifting to that of a leader amidst chaos.

"Listen up!" he spoke, his voice cutting through the noise.

"The prisoners causing disturbances are to be suppressed immediately. You have permission to use lethal force if necessary. We need to regain control, and we need to do it now!"

The officers nodded, their expressions hardening with resolve.

They began to disperse, some heading towards the cell blocks, weapons at the ready.

"As for Agnus," Dustin continued, his voice unwavering, "contact the other superintendents. We need all hands on deck. Agnus must be contained at all costs."

The officers were moving with purpose now, the urgency in their steps palpable.

Dustin's orders were clear, and they knew the gravity of the situation.

"And put him back in his cell," Dustin added, pointing a finger at me.

His voice was low but firm, leaving no room for argument.

Two officers approached, their grips on their batons tightening as they reached for me. I didn't resist.

"As you command, sir," the officers echoed, their voices overlapping as they sprang into action.

The prison erupted into a flurry of movement, officers rushing to contain the unrest, their expressions a mix of determination and dread.

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Dustin watched as Noel was dragged away, the weight of the situation pressing down on his shoulders.

For a moment, he allowed himself to believe he could handle it all.

But then he saw Noel's face, and his confidence wavered.

There was an ominous smile playing on Noel's lips, a smile that sent a chill down Dustin's spine.

The officers, their grips firm on Noel's arms, moved quickly and efficiently.

Noel, seemingly unfazed by the chaos around him, allowed himself to be led back towards his cell.

As they walked, he broke the tense silence with a casual question.

"Hey! Do you know why no one has ever tried to escape from these prisons?" His tone was light, almost conversational, as if he were discussing the weather.

The officers remained silent, their focus on their task.

They didn't want to engage with him, didn't want to acknowledge the unsettling calmness in his voice.

They kept their eyes forward, their steps brisk and purposeful.

Noel continued, unbothered by their lack of response.

One of the officers, his grip tightening involuntarily, glanced at Noel.

His face was a mask of professional indifference, but there was a flicker of unease in his eyes.

As the officers marched Noel down the dimly lit corridor, his words hung heavy in the air.

"Well, let me answer you. Because of two reasons. First, none of them were crazy enough to even attempt such a thing, and second, they didn't possess a crazy power such as space manipulation."

"Just shut it and keep moving," one of the officers snapped, his irritation barely masking the underlying fear.

"Okay, okay," Noel replied, a mischievous glint in his eye.

He stayed silent the rest of the way, the ominous calm only heightening the tension.

They soon reached his cell, the heavy metal door looming ahead.

Noel could see his cellmates inside, their expressions unreadable in the dim light.

One of the officers unlocked the door and shoved Noel inside.

Just as the officer was about to close the door, Noel’s voice cut through the silence.

"It was not very nice meeting you, officers. And now, goodbye."

The officers barely had time to react before Noel's cellmates sprang into action.

With a sudden, coordinated ferocity, they attacked.

Fists flew, and the dull thud of bodies hitting the ground echoed through the corridor.

Within moments, the officers were knocked out, their bodies slumping to the floor.

Noel stood in the midst of the chaos, his grin widening as he surveyed the scene.

The plan was unfolding perfectly.

He knelt down beside one of the unconscious officers, rifling through their pockets until he found a keycard.

He held it up, the dim light catching the reflective surface, and turned to his cellmates.

"Are you alright, boss?" one of the inmates asked, his voice a mixture of concern and respect.

Noel nodded, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

"Yes, I'm fine. What about you all?"

As he spoke, he reached into the pockets of the unconscious officers and retrieved the key to his handcuffs.

The metal clinked as he worked to free himself, the sound almost musical against the backdrop of chaos.

"We're also fine, boss," they nodded in unison, their faces a blend of determination and relief.

"Good," Noel said, the key finally clicking the last lock open. He rubbed his wrists where the cuffs had bitten into his skin.

"Now it's time to escape."

With a flourish, a small blue portal appeared before him.

Reaching into the shimmering void,

Noel pulled out several vials of serum, their liquid contents glowing faintly in the dim light.

He handed them to his loyal cellmates.

"Here. You all did well by encouraging the other prisoners to join in this chaos," he praised, his voice steady and authoritative.

"Thank you, boss," they chorused, eagerly accepting the serum.

Each man downed the contents without hesitation, the liquid promising strength and clarity in the turmoil.

"Well, now I should go towards the final step," Noel said, his eyes gleaming with resolve.

He glanced back at his comrades, a silent nod of acknowledgment passing between them.

As Noel moved through the corridors, his presence was a beacon of hope for the other prisoners.

His footsteps echoed with purpose, each step a testament to his unwavering determination.

The prison was a cacophony of alarms and shouts, but Noel’s mind was singularly focused.