Let's get outta here

Chadwick's leaner frame was better suited to wearing the guard's uniform than the others and in just a couple of minutes, he had put it on. Pulling the cap low over his eyes, he examined the equipment belt.

"Hmmm, some useful stuff here: Skeleton keys, useful for getting into a variety of rooms. Something that passes for a communicator...." said Chadwick, perusing the large brick shaped object that was actually a walkie talkie. "...a club and a pistol: A projectile firing weapon. For a TV network they sure like to keep their guards well armed."