Keeping his head down while guilt was gnawing at him every hour of every day isn't easy. It turns out to be impossible, in fact, enough so that York spends what time he's got away and what bare resources he's got on hand to find the right time, the right place, and the right way to break back in (a third time) to wherever they've got Wash locked up.

Whatever he'd been expecting-

It wasn't this.

Decoys running through the system at the other end of the complex and he doesn't have time to really wonder at what the fuck he didn't see on the records when he pops the lock and levers the door open, armored up same as always. "Rise and shine, cupcake, we gotta go."