The prison erupted into controlled chaos.
Red emergency lights continued flashing through the corridors while armed officers poured into every cell block.
"Seal every exit!" Director Hayes barked into his radio as he stepped over the shattered remains of the security door. "Nobody leaves this prison. Nobody."
His voice carried through the concrete corridors with practiced authority.
Within seconds, orders echoed from every direction. "North gate secured."
"South perimeter locked."
"Watchtowers reporting no movement."
"Search every maintenance tunnel," Hayes continued. "Every vehicle. Every storage room. Marcus John knows this prison better than anyone. Don't assume he'll use the obvious route."
"Yes, sir!"
Sebastian barely heard the reports.
His attention remained fixed on the old man standing quietly inside the cell.
Dorian still gripped his walking stick.
His breathing had steadied.
