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and looking
ahead, he saw a large crowd gathered behind the wall of barricades
watching the demolition crew. The crowd was twelve deep and Tom
realized he wouldn’t be able to get through them in time because,
looking over the crowd, he saw the wrecking ball had been
delivered, and right then was being drawn back so it could be
released to swing forward. If the crane did not swing around some
before the wrecking ball was released, it would swing right across
Mulberry Street and into the north side of the TCPD building just a
little above street level, right at the spot where the prisoner’s
lunch room was situated. He also noticed that the black wrecking
ball had painted on it a menacing-looking, bone-white skull and
cross bones.
    “Change of plans,” he said he shot past the
crowd and drove down the ramp into the TCPD garage.
    “What?” Fixx asked.
    “I won’t be able to stop them now, but if I
can get to the jail in time. I can keep Stone from escaping,” he
said as he brought the car to a quick stop and Fixx was thrown
against the dashboard.
    Tom ran for the door that lead into the
armory. He had to unlock it first, but then Fixx and him ran down
the hallway, past the RCO’s counter, past the locker room and up
the stairs.
    “Get up there and pull that fire alarm,” he
told Fixx, pointing up the next flight of stairs, but just then,
the fire alarms throughout the building went off.
    The clock in the hallway read one minute
after 12:00 pm and the prisoners, including Stone, were, right
then, entering the lunch room.
    Tom yelled at the guard at the entrance to
the jail, to open the door, and then instructed him to grab a
couple of golem guns. The guard handed him one and then they
hurried down the hallway.
    As they came into the lunch area, the prison
guards were ordering the prisoners to return to their cell block
since the alarms were ringing, but Stone was sitting calmly at a
table in his heavy chains. He spotted Tom making his way toward him
and smiled, as if Tom were the last person in the room to
understand a joke.
    “Move, move” Tom yelled pushing prisoners
out his way and then when a path had been cleared, he stopped to
aim the golem gun. He fired and the steel net shot out and spread
open like a parachute, as Stone ducked under the lunch table and
was able to avoid its barbs. Tom grabbed the other gun from the
guard, and stepped closer, but just before he fired, the wall
exploded.
    Bricks flew toward him like a colony of bats
rushing out a cave. Tom shielded his face and head as most of them
sailed over his head, but still a number of them smacked into him,
as well as everyone else in the room. He was knocked down and then
partially buried under a pile of red bricks, and the last thing he
saw - clearly that is - before a cloud of dust and debris filled
the room - was a large skull and cross bones swinging right at
him.
    The floor above gave way on one end and
slipped. Ceiling tiles fell and pipes burst, causing water to spray
across the room from several different spots. More bricks tumbled
across the floor and piled up against him. When they stopped, he
lifted up his head and looked around.
    There was just too much dust hanging in
front of him to see anything at first, but as the air cleared,
prisoners went to escape out the hole in the wall, and in the
middle of them was Stone. He was moving slowly, shuffling toward
freedom in his heavy irons, pushing tables, kicking bricks and
tossing other prisoners out of his way. Tom got up and ran after
him, but the going was slow because of the bricks, tables and
prisoners in his way. He planned to knock Stone down with the golem
gun still.
    Near the hole in the wall, he stopped and
lifted up the bazooka-like gun. When Tom pulled on its trigger, a
spring was released that shot a steel net out of the barrel of the
gun, but just before it would have entangled Stone and stuck to him
like glue – a truck passed behind Stone and the net hit it instead,
breaking out