[ WP ] With the salt wind in my face , I felt free for the first time in years .

It had taken months of difficult and subtle work, but I had done it. I'm sure I've done my throat and stomach irreparable damage by now, but it does n't matter. Even if I shortened my life by 10 years at least they would be free to pursue the important things. I had gotten all I needed from this place and it was time to go. 
 
 My cellmate Alexander had thought me insane. 
 
 *'' You think you can puke your way out of jail? `` * The contempt in his voice made me angry. Like he was any smarter then me... I decided then that he would not be welcome on my escape. 
 
 *'' At least do the window, idiot. You can never make it through the jail. `` * 
 
 It may have been a valid suggestion, except for the fact that there was nothing but a 75 foot drop onto jagged rocks outside the window. 
 
 The hardest part was keeping the smell in control, rotting vomit on the cell bars is not the most subtle thing. A quick wipe down with baking soda right before shift change seemed to stop any guards from looking down at the bars in the corner. 
 
 Finally, tonight the bars were eaten through enough to break open with a few good kicks. Of course I did n't tell my cellmate, I simply waited until he went to sleep. Once I was sure he was out, I broke the arm off of my glasses and punctured his corroded artery with the sharp end as I held his mouth closed with the other hand. 
 
 I wrapped a sheet around my foot to muffle the sound and I kicked the bars loose, it was a small jagged gap but I made it through. 
 
 I had taken a knife apart in the kitchen and broken off a piece of the steel tang before putting it back together, I then filed it down on the concrete wall of my cell until I had a key. 
 
 With that key and an intimate knowledge of the schedule I found my way to freedom. I did encounter one guard, Harry. I knew I would. It was lucky for him that he chose to pull his taser on me, I really did n't want to kill the old guy to get past. He was one of the good ones, he told me about his kids. I hope the shock did n't hurt him too bad, but it was imperative that he remained down and out for the next 15 minutes. 
 
 Can you believe they keep the front doors to `` the most secure prison in the world'' unlocked and unguarded? I could n't... I was disappointed I did n't get a chance to use the distraction I had planned in truth. I suppose they figure that anybody who gets this far has the right to leave. 
 
 I was now standing out on the shore looking across the water. It would be a difficult swim, even with the large log I found in the rocks to help support me. It would be worth it once I made it to the other shore. 
 
 I had to get back in deep cover to thwart those terrorists, I learned all I could in jail and now I had to move forward. 
 
 `` Special Agent Burt Macklin stops at nothing.'' I reminded myself as I jumped into the sea with my life log.
