The Full Drill

After he had locked and bolted the heavy door, Bill Dickson hurried back to the control room, which was situated three floors up. He ran as fast as his fat belly would allow him, and although the stairs were killing him, he crushed all his previous personal records. He flung the door open and fell back in his chair, letting his chubby fingers dance over the control panels with a speed that belied their appearance. All the while, his whole body was trembling with excitement and anticipation. He just couldn't believe his luck! Lights flickered, and one by one, the monitors came alive. Meanwhile, he jammed a memory stick in the computer. Then he rolled his chair back to the monitor desk and started zapping. Cell block 3A, number 5... number 6... NUMBER 7! And THERE she was!

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