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.Heinman sounded the alarm.He pressed the panic button and started screaming ‘Voice break! Voice break!’The door at the end of the corridor opened, and four armed prison officers came skidding through.‘Now!’ Jimmy hissed, and the four soundwaves threw themselves against a wall and ricocheted back through the open door.There was a squeal of leather as the rear-most officer spun in his tracks and squeezed the sound-gun trigger.The highly powered microphone ‘received’ Ernest’s soundwave, sucked it back down the corridor and trapped it in the gun’s holding chamber.The three remaining soundwaves formed themselves into a high-pitched wail, and hurtled out of E wing, down a stairwell, under a door and arrived in the Security Operations room, which was teeming with warders and banked with floor to ceiling surveillance equipment.A blue-suited security officer turned from a matrix of sonar monitors and shouted: ‘They’re here!’ as the three soundwaves ricocheted round the room.A group of officers ran for the sound-gun cabinet, scattering newspapers, half-finished burgers and styrofoam coffee cups across the polished floor.‘Lock the door and seal it!’‘We’ve got ‘em!’An officer pressed the send button on his walkie-talkie.‘All points, repeat, All points: we have voice breakers isolated in Security Central.’ But by the time he’d said this, it was no longer true.8.04.Tonto whirled the dial on the amplifier’s tuner, and locked in on the prison security frequency.‘All points,’ he was hearing, ‘repeat, All points: we have voice breakers isolated …’Jimmy, Trixie and Rimmer zipped into the guard’s walkie talkie and sped along its transmission frequency.They were escaping as radio waves.Jimmy led, followed by Rimmer and Trixie.Somewhere, they lost Trixie, and just Jimmy and Rimmer hurtled on at the speed of sound.‘… in Security Central.’Jimmy and Rimmer crashed through the amplifier’s speakers into the cab of the dry-cleaning truck.Tonto looked round.‘Jimmy? You here?’Jimmy’s voice: ‘Let’s go!’Rimmer’s voice: ‘Where are we?’‘Who’s that?’‘He’s called Rimmer,’ said Jimmy.‘He’s all right.We can use him on the next job.’‘What now?’ Rimmer was saying.‘We pick up a couple of bodies and get out of here.’The dry-cleaning truck crunched up to the security barrier outside the Body Reclamation Unit.Tonto leaned out of the cab window and smiled pleasantly: ‘Laundry.’ He prodded a thumb towards the back of the truck, and up-graded his smile from just plain pleasant to downright charming.The guard consulted his clipboard.He shook his head, tutted and turned the pages.‘Nope,’ he said, simply, and turned to go back to his warm cabin.‘What do you mean, “nope”?’ said Tonto, his smile changing down to first gear.The guard returned.‘There’s no laundry delivery down on the sheet.I can’t let you in.’Tonto slid his smile into reverse and reached under the dashboard.Rimmer’s essence bounded around the cab and groaned.This wasn’t the plan.In the plan, the guard raised the gate and waved them through.He’d seen it in the movies thousands of times.Didn’t this guard ever go to the movies? What was wrong with him?Tonto swung his flower-power gun through the open window and pulled the trigger.There was a dull, flat, metal click, before Tonto remembered he hadn’t loaded it.‘Sorry,’ he shook his head and blushed.‘Jesus.’ He fumbled three bullets into the chamber.The guard had unfrozen, and was scrabbling with his brand-new leather holster when Tonto spun the barrel, levelled the gun and pressed the trigger once again.Click.‘Ah.God, sorry, sorry.’Click.‘My fault.Man, talk about un-together.’The gun fired.The guard fell.‘Sorry, man,’ he said to the dead guard, ‘but you’re the Establishment.’ He leant back into the cab.‘I hate killing people.It’s such a downer.’Three downers later, Tonto wheeled the double stretcher down the aisles of body racks, looking for Jimmy Jitterman’s body.He’d already found Rimmer’s; it lay on the stretcher goo-eyed and tongue lolling; but he couldn’t find Jimmy’s.Thirty minutes passed, and he still couldn’t find it.It wasn’t here.He opened the small sound-proofed box, and Jimmy and Rimmer bounced out.‘Your body’s not here, Jimmy.They must have auctioned it already.’‘I’ll take that one, instead.’‘That’s my body,’ said Rimmer, firmly.‘Was.’‘Now wait a minute.Me and that body go back years.It has great sentimental value.You can’t just take my body.’‘Get him another one.’‘I don’t want another one.’‘OK.Don’t a get him another one.’‘OK, get me another one
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