Going Downward

Alcatraz

With hearts pounding and adrenaline coursing through their veins, Morris and the Anglin brothers swiftly ascended to the rooftop, covering a harrowing 100 feet in dizzying haste. It was a breathless race against time and discovery. Their descent brought them to the precipice of a 50-foot pipe, a lifeline down the building’s side. Clinging to this makeshift conduit, they slowly lowered themselves to solid ground, just a stone’s throw from the watchful eyes of the shower area guards.

Like phantoms in the night, they outwitted their captors, slipping away towards the moonlit shore. There, their escape plot hung in the balance, dependent on inflating their raft and life vests, their audacious journey poised on the precipice of triumph or capture.