Klaxons blared; a prisoner had escaped and was on the lamb. Armed guards swarmed through the hallways like ants under attack, but their chief, Colonel Brandeis, strolled to a watchtower. Lighting a cigarette, he scanned the area. The Warden, gasping for breath, joined him three minutes later.
“Warden Brown, nice of you to…”
“Are you sure about this, Colonel?”
Brandeis laughed. “I feel pretty good about…”
“It’s my ass if he gets out!”
The Warden got a pitying look. “You worry too much. Watch for the plume of smoke. The landmines we added to bolster security will be busy soon.”
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