Todd complied with the request and raised his hands firmly above his head, dropping the small flashlight in the process. The shock of the situation was nearly enough to make him swallow his own tongue, but he managed to avoid doing so. One of the men lowered his gun and let it hang from the strap around his shoulder while he placed handcuffs on Todd and let him back toward the prison. Up until this point, Todd had been able to rest on the fact that he had never actually broken the law. Now, he would never be able to get released for good behavior. He was mostly disappointed in himself for being no better than the common criminal.
“He didn’t really think he was going to get away with this did he?” One of the men said to another, as they walked him back to his cell.
“Who knows? At least he didn’t hurt himself,” another replied, chuckling. “I certainly wouldn’t have been the one scrubbing his guts off the floor, at any rate.”
Meanwhile, Cliff’s plan had worked perfectly. Although Todd never connected the dots and realized he was just meant to be a distraction for him and the 23 other men to basically walk out the front door, unnoticed. It was shortly after 4:00 AM now, and the men were off on their great escape, into the night. Of course, this was all at Todd’s expense.
“How foolish I was to think there is any honor among thieves,” Todd mused to himself as he found he could no longer keep his eyes open.