It has been a week since the death of Marcus...
I spent a few days brooding over the information he provided smoothing out some detail trimming the rough edges.
Lights out!! A guard shouted and
Darkness!
A bit sleepy I drifted off into the dream land deciding to meet with Ghost tomorrow.
....
Zzz zzz!
...Bathroom time...
Wash wash!
Cleaning up, I kept brooding over some matters and details from the night deciding to keep my eyes out for new and unique people with things or connections I could bring into this group.
Two would always be better than one and seven is way better than three. I need people who could contribute something to make the plan more compact and have a high chance of succeeding with little to no chance of error.
We only have one shot, do or die. And am not going to blow it over some childish reasons
....A few Hours later...
" I have a couple of connections outside the walls I could contact and get us some kind of help" Ghost whispered.
We are sitting in the same shadowed corner. It was at a vintage point where virtually the whole yard was visible excluding some hidden corner making it the perfect place to lay low at the same time gather precious Intel
And in some special cases enjoy a perfect bloody show when there is a fight or violent brawl amongst the inmates or gang members
Back to the talk " that's good we can establish some contact we can use to prepare new identities once we are out, black site and computing power "
Ghost nodded fixing his glasses" we might need some more hands on deck and maybe even an inside cop"
" Don't worry about that for now, I am trying to find the right person with the right resources or info that can aid us. Not dead weights! My eyes squinted scanning the field for interesting individuals
Turning back to him I said " Marcus mentioned you and another name....."
"Who?"
"Raven!"
"..... sigh, he must be really serious" Ghost said his voice exasperated. Shaking his head " Raven is a special need convict, he was a bomb expert and professional and notorious for getting too close to his explosion" his tone melancholic.
" Over time his hearing deteriorated but he hid it not wanting to lose his job, one time he was demonstrating how explosives work to a group of high schoolers and he was given the go order to trigger the bomb"
" But seconds later hurriedly told to stop because a group of ignorant teenage girls have unknowingly crossed into the blast range, he didn't hear the stop order and the bomb went off killing five teenagers. He was charged to Court
" But stating the lack of the schools professionalism and luckster security coupled with explosives misconduct he was just giving a slap on the back" months later,
"And as you can already know the truth came to light the parents furious hired the best lawyers and successfully put him away for life" he ended
Frowning" how would he help if he can't hear properly" I was initially elated when told he was a bomb expert but now...sigh
"Chuckle, he can if you are close to him as we are now but he pretended he can only hear through close whispers to be in a special cell". " And special cells are famous for their better living conditions, food heck! They even have a television in the mess hall" his tone dripping with jealousy
"Can you imagine that!?, tsk! I would too if I were in his shoes..."
.....
" Are you okay..?"
Shhhh!
My mind was working hey wire analysing how I could use this to our advantage. If Raven could create a smaller bomb with items we could easily get we could create multiple distractions in and around the prison. During that time span we could escape.
Perfect! Thumping my wrist
" Are you okay " Ghost asked, concern etched on his face
" Yeah....just thinking of something" I couldn't release my plans....yet.
Buzz! The siren ring
Signalling it was time to get back to our cells. We shuffled back to cells under the watch of the guards leaving the yard batch by batch. No one wanted to mess up and be on the receiving end of their wrath, some pushing here and there but that was it nothing too extreme
Bowing my head I blended in perfectly like just another figure in sea of heads
After a while I got back into my cell lying down deep in thought waiting for the call for dinner before I headed into the sweet arms of sleep.
I was exhausted from the day's work but couldn't go to sleep on a hungry stomach
Sigh!
My mind wandered, child memories, college days, lectures, birthday....
Before I knew it I fell asleep eyelid heavy.