Charlie was still weakened, his injuries had yet to still be healed and he went on this foolish run to escape, yet he did not know where to go. His eyes frantically searched for another ladder, knowing that he would not be able to make it this far without some help, yet who would help him? From the sounds of things, people were busy with murder and other deeds that this was going to be a One man effort. 

"Well....an escape at its finest..."

Charlie groaned, his body swaying and not of his own intention, he was not good or even feeling well, yet those men, he could hardly recall any of them, they had to be one of the lower level guards that were in the employ of the other prisoners. He continued walking, his hands clutching onto any kind of support he could find, his wounds getting worse, almost like he was going to collapse soon enough. 

He found himself staring ahead, his vision darkening, his breathing becoming heavy, so much so that he was struggling to even stand up straight. He was not okay, but soon he found a ladder, with expert and somehow, a second wind, he climbed up, knowing that he would not survive down there if he stayed. 

"Come on...this is the chance, just a few more and I am there!"

Charlie burst up, his eyes wild and his hair, unkempt. Not that he cared in this type of situation, he just needed someone to help him, he had a feeling that he was still inside the prison, but in what block was the question he wanted to answer. 

With a small and strained voice, Charlie whispered.

"Help..."

Two Corrections Officers had walked upon the scene of seeing Charlie beg for help, they looked at one another and smirked, enjoying what was to come, only then the officers were shot multiple times, bullets started flying everywhere. The Officers laid dead as Charlie blacked out, he had no idea what was going on and the only thing that he knew was that he was saved. His breathing soon evened out as he finally lost consciousness. 

"You know, she's not going to be happy that he's like this. He'll be needing some help when we get him out of here, Joe Adonis should be taking care of the rest."

One of the mobsters spoke, bringing him to attention as the leader of this little team. Two of them walked forward, picking up the unconscious associate of Race St.Company: Midas. Soon, they made their way back out of the prison, wanting to get out of here quickly, knowing that if any ties to the Mob were found with this Prison Break than shit would be hitting the fan. It would be better if people thought Charlie had broken out himself.

"Why does she care so goddamn much? Doesn't she have a fiance?"

The Leader of the group looked to the lone associate who voiced his curiosity, something that would get him killed in most circumstances. Luckily, he was one of the few leaders that allowed a little curiosity here and there, but too much would have caused him to beat the kid into the ground. Either way, he answered the kid with ease, wanting to at least bring down his curiosity so that it would not affect his standing with their boss on the matter. 

"She cares because she has plans for this one and he can't be dead for it, either way, we are getting paid a lot of money for this. If you don't want it, be my guest, and I will gladly divide up your share."

This shut the kid up, who continued to lug Charlie's body around, soon enough, they came upon the exit they had used. No one had come towards this place during the riot, it was time to leave this prison and get this man on the outside.

"Alright, let's go, come on! You guys through first and we can get him into the car..."