Mo Gets Out (Finally)

Prompt:  Expanding "Upgrade Time" (con't)

[Author's Note: I'm taking a break from /r/WritingPrompts.  Instead, I want to expand/combine a couple of the existing posts.  This will continue from from where yesterday (Mo-Dem) left off.]

Getting out of the cage proved to be both easier and harder than Mo had anticipated.  Easier because she had had all of the tools all along and her plan worked exactly as planned.  Harder in that she would never have considered it if it were not for Erics.  Trust a bacterial entity to think of using waste.

Erics and the other nodes had done a thorough tally of the available resources across cages: five buckets, five plastic tables, four shirts, one blouse, four pants, one skirt, four pairs of socks, one pair of nylons, two pairs of athletic shoes, one pair of dress shoes, one pair of ankle boots and one pair of flats.  No bobby pins, hair ties, pens, wallets or pocket lint.  Taken as a whole, it might have amounted to something, but each cage was an independent inventory and the various contents could not be combined.

The nodes had then looked at commonalities, the buckets and the tables, and the anticipated events.  Meals would come, but were not helpful as they were fed through the chained doors.  The only time that the chain was undone was to replace the buckets, so whatever was to be done had to be done then.  But to do that, something had to be done about the super military tasers.  Ultimately, the nodes developed the following plan:

1. The active human agent would need to be the last person serviced by the bucket attendant.  This was in the hope of lulling them into a false sense of security.  While this may of may not have affected the outcome, it was decided that it would not hurt it.
2. That last person would shove his or her table right up against the door.  The doors opened outward, so that would not stop people from entering, but would reduce the attendant's reaction time.
3. When the chain was unlocked, this person would immediately kick the door open, hopefully catching the attendant off guard.  If the door did not work, they were then to use the bucket and its contents as a weapon, flinging one out of the other at the attendant, hopefully before the taser was brought to bear.  That last was the part that Mo would not have thought of.  While a bit of a slob, human waste was not something she regularly messed around with.

Of course Mo was the last one to have her bucket checked.  Of course when she kicked the door, it missed the bucket replacing dude.  Of course she had to throw the urine and feces.  Fortunately, it had exactly the effect that they had all wanted, and the attendant fell to his knees and started retching.   And she did it without splashing anything on herself, something she counted as a major plus.  When she was out, Mo kicked the attendant in the balls just to be sure he was not going to do anything funny before she gingerly relieved him of both the taser and the cage keys.  She then ran over to each of the other cages and let the others out.

When they were all free, Darren pointed at the writhing attendant.  "Shouldn't we toss him into one of the cages?"

"Yeah," said the women in the blouse, skirt, nylons and flats.  "Give him some of his own medicine."

Mo grimaced.  "I agree, but I don't really want to touch him.  They fed me a burrito for dinner.  That bucket was messed up."

On that point, they all agreed that they would leave the attendant where he was and leave as quickly as possible.  "But we stay as a group," said Darren.  "That way we are more likely to overwhelm anyone else with a taser and all get out."

One of the other men, a hood rat who spent too much on his PTN (so not at all like Mo), flipped them off an ran out the same door that the bucket guy had come in.  Mo rolled her eyes.  "So, not that way, then?"

Dennis and the others nodded.  They all headed off across the conventional hall floor at an easy trot and tried the first door that they came to.  It opened and they found themselves in a maintenance hallway.  Old catering trolleys and mop buckets lined the walls along with stacks of plastic tables and chairs.  Dennis took the lead and turned right.

"Why this way?" Mo asked as they trotted along.

"The virus told me to," Dennis said.  "Apparently, it has connectivity again and has a map of the center.  We should be out in a minute or two."

"Wait, you have a connection?"

"Remember that they couldn't take my antenna out."  Dennis glanced down again.

"Right," said Mo.  She shut up and followed him out.  Eventually, he led them to the loading docks and then out into the Denver night.