Utopia

Goldenrod searched his surroundings, checking for anything that might help with his 'Escape plan.' He saw a small half-cylinder building with the word, "armory" on it, so that would be his objective. He tried to remain in the bushes, but what was he kidding, he was a bright yellow earth-pony with a golden mane, in what case did he blend in? As he approached the building in the open, he began to notice little white bxes rotating around the armory, security cameras. "You've gotta be kidding me!" He exlaimed. "This is the biggest bunch of horseapples!" That was the only time he'd ever swore in his life. Was it possible that only a course of a couple hourse had changed him in such ways? He went from petty little buisness stallion to killer and thief, and he felt terrible. But he knew it was no time for that.

He tried work his way past the cameras, but was spotted by one just as he was opening the door. "Arrgh!" He shouted, and slammed the steel-bolt door behind him. Goldenrod scanned the room. Guns, ammuntion, explosives, and a  rack of small kevlar vests. He made his way to the guns first, acting as though he were being selective, even though e had no idea what each of them did, all he knew was that the small ones shot one at a time, so he grabbed a bigger one, it had an odd shape to it, kind of long, sleek, had this thing hwere you could stick it in your mouth, and pull the trigger with your tounge. "Odd" he thought. He grabbed a strap to go with his new found weapon, and trudged to the vests, taking one and slipping it on, he grabbed the cartriges that seemed to atch the one in his bigger weapon, the made his way to the door.

Goldenrod pressed his ear to the door, and listened for anything, for all he knew, they were all out there waiting for him, for that precise moment to blow his brains out. Goldenrod turned back and looked harder for anything else, something that could help, but found nothing. He bit his lower lip as he slowly pushed the door open, and was suprised to see it was clear. As Goldenrod looked around, he noticed a blotch of greed at the bottom of the steep hill leading to the facility, it was quite a large blotch. Whitch told him he was going to hae a hard time leaving.

He made a move for the street, and once again looked around, conveniently, a parking lot was across. Goldenod trotted slowly to the lot, not like the soldiers were gonna stop him. Then he remmebered, no keys. He had no idea how to hotwire, either, so he knew he was screwed. Once again Goldenrod was looking around for anything to help, and found nothing, so he decided to do this the hard way, he'd have to sneak around the hulking-mass of aurds at the bottom of the hill, and get his way out from there. As he went to the far-side of the facility, had crouched down and crawled slwoly down the hill. At the worst possible time, his left hind-hoof slipped and he went tumbling down the hill. If the gaurds didn't know he was there before, they did now.

Goldenrod landed with a solid THUNK As he slammed into the bottom flat of the hill. It appeared as though the gaurds still hadn't noticed him at all, so he continued his slight crawly state. "Almost there!" He managed to say over the pain and the effort. He reached the limits, but he heard shuffling nearby, the sound of hooves on grass. This was not going to be good. Not at all.

Goldenrod lay there as the gaurd approached him, unkowing of his presence. 'It's now or never' he thought, as he tackled the gaurd, thaknig celestia he was facing the other dicrection, and held hiw down low, holding his mouth shut, and covering his nose. "Shh... shh" he whispered. "It'll all be over soon." He could feel the gaurds strength sapping slwoly, taking his fight away, and has the gaurd closed his eyes, Goldenrod released, and continued past the limits of the facility, and headed toward the city wall. "Just get there, and follow it to the city limits door. He could see it now, popping the doors open and seeing the actual outside, not Twilight's artificial sun.

Once Goldenrod was past the big group of security, he galloped full force along city limits, trying to find the door and hoping to find it sooner rather that later, as to avoid furthing contact with these stllions he'd been running into. As he galloped, he heard something, like a beating noise in the distance, and as it drew closer, he began t recognize it, the beating rotors of a helicopter. HUT HUT HUT rang out the rotors as it drew evercloser to claiming Goldenrods doom.H attempted to run fatser, but only stumbled at this. He attempted to get his speed back ,but it was too late, helicopted upon him, rope already to the ground.

Then it him him, hit him like a brink wall. "I have a gun...." The sudden remembrance of it suprised even himself, and he aimed the rifle at the ropes, pulling the trigger with his mouth. RRRRRATATTATATATATAT. The recoild threw his head back, because he was holding it in his mouth, as designed, and to his suprise, one stallion fell to the ground bleeding. "Well at least i have a chance" he admitted, pressing ever forward, as the chopper flew away, no twanting to risk more men. It was smoothe sailing from then on, but of course, it almost never lested too long.

A few hundred yards away from the big door, he was stopped by a large barriced with lots of gaurd stallions behind it. This was going to get messy. Goldenrod poined his gun at the barricade, and let it rip. RATATATATATATATATATATATAT!!!!! Down most of them went, and he popped one of the new mags in to keep fresh. The remaining few opened fire, bangs and clacks filling the air.Goldenrod tried to dodge, but several of the rounds firied slammed into him, painfully at that. Goldenrod shot at the again. RATAT, RATAT, RATAT. Short bursts, and he nailed them all. At last his freedom was given to him by virtue, he looked at the massive double doors at the exit, and he punched in 1234 on the number pad.

The doors screeched open, and he walked through.