I was inside the world's most secured mental asylum: Calypso Island. The concept of escaping was considered insane, even here. First the island was located thousands of kilometers from the mainland in the middle of nowhere, second the place was under 24/7 surveillance with hundreds of guards, infrared sensors, heat sensors, pulse sensors and poison injecting collars...and even all that combined is no overkill compared to the entourages...

The story begins, when I went and stared at myself in the mirror. Black hair, brown eyes, a tall lean build in a white jumpsuit. Needless to say the jumpsuit had become part of my identity after those years. Now that I was dressed and got myself ready for the day, I left my room and headed towards the cafeteria. On my way, I passed through an elaborate small park and was struck by the same thought as always: this will be the kind of place I want go to when I die.

After a few minutes of walk I was inside the cafeteria and ordering my combo. I picked combo C as I always do. Rich scrambled eggs, fresh French loaf, and bacon so good it could pick up a man by the nose filled my plate and an ordinary glass of cold milk was set before it.

"Sol! Come sit over here!" A familiar voice called out.

"Give me a sec." I shouted over my shoulder. I held my tray steadily; then walked over to his table and seated myself across from him.

"I always see you with the same combo. Have you considered about trying a new combo?" he asked.

"I prefer to stick to one thing, unless it's a hopeless cause. Sandy." I said taking a sip of my milk. Sandy Corelo was about 2 meters tall. He had a muscular built and savage blond hair. His amber eyes reminded me of those big cats. Observing him at close range always made me wonder if he was the missing link between man and lion.

"Huh, well suit yourself." He said with a mouth full of food.

I didn't say a single word, I just smiled.

"Yo Sol, you never told me how you get here?"

"Long story, it might bore you."

"I already told you my story, come on man."

"I will tell you at the right time." I said tapping my finger in a morose code and he instantly understood:

Me: Tonight we escape.

I tapped.

Sandy: How?

He tapped back.

Me: The supply ship is arriving at 11:00pm sharp tonight.

Sandy: Shit man! You better be goddamn sure!

Me: Trust me, I got everything planned and organized.

Sandy: Alright, I will go with you since you are the man with the plan. So who else is coming along?

Me: Anyone who is willing to help, except for Joker.

Sandy: Yes, anyone but him.

Me: Also Pirate.

Sandy: But man, have you seen his hook hand?

Sol: You wanna get out or not?

"Fine." He said with a heavy sigh and tapped back:

Sandy: So what's the plan?

I tapped back in a series of rapid sequences.

Sandy: You aren't serious are you?

Me: Seriousness is the one word that is going to be engraved on my tombstone; you in or not?

Sandy: you son of a bitch...I am in.

A grin passed through our faces. I know what kind of person Sandy Corelo is; he is nothing but a murder and rapist. He does not deserve to leave, but neither did I...

But good thing the world is an unfair place.

Plus, a little vacation won't hurt...