Set Them Free

It had taken quite a bit of effort, and if Aziraphale were to honest, this was technically his third go. Yes, he kept on getting miraculously rescued, but by the wrong people.

This whole business was tricky enough as it was. Whoever was up there making sure guards conveniently fell asleep or got distracted had to be making reports at some point, and sooner or later, Aziraphale would be reprimanded.

This, time, though. He had a good feeling about this time. He rattled his chains a little. Satisfactorily sturdy. Oh yes; only one person could save him now.

He hoped.