Though he was no longer a young or spry man, Chung Wei Hsu moved with all of the animation his stooped frame permitted. He knew his failure to escape would only be met with brutal savagery and beatings at the hands of his captors and this lent a definite sense of urgency to his shuffling strides.
The insolence of these Western devils in assuming he would reveal to them the ancient secrets of fire powder and its making was most unbearable to him and he vowed, whether successful in his attempt to flee or not, he would reveal nothing to the round-eyed devils.
The whistling boom and explosion of multi-colored lights as he struggled down the hallway brought a smile to his wizened face. While it was quite true he was unwilling to share any of his knowledge under duress, he was, most certainly, not above using that knowledge to create a satisfying and highly-effective diversion for his impending departure.
This story was written for the weekly Five Sentence Fiction flash fiction prompt: flight.