Night 3 | The Escape
@BartTheBart was already at the door, as everyone surrounded him. “We got you now!” @Alice Howlter said, as she was holding her newly acquired magnifying glass. “No please, I didn’t do anything I swear! It is @Wyatt his mind isn’t stable, he is some sort of sociopath!” @BartTheBart screamed, as he took out a specially modified crowbar from his backpack that he always wore around. He stuck it into the door, and gave it a yank, and with a cloud of smoke, the door bursts open.
He ran down the hill, down towards the fence that surrounded the whole estate. He grabbed a small rope ladder from his backpack, and threw it as high as he could. To his luck, it hit a spike at the top and let him climb up. Everyone was trying to keep up with the wacky inventor. But as he made it to the top of the fence, @Wyatt said out loud that he wouldn’t be a problem, since he always made backup plans. He went down to the shed, and grabbed a small rifle he had stored away if he ever needed it.
As @Wyatt made it to the shed and the rifle. @BartTheBart clicked a small button on his backpack, that revealed small thrusters on the side that quickly ignited and let him fly upwards. What @BartTheBart hadn’t prepared for was a rifle bullet hitting the left thruster, that then made him plummet to the ground like a rotten apple hits granite.