Life Inside: Pizza Party Part 2
Posted on Fri May 14th, 2021 @ 2:53am by Unawakened Elliot Wren & General Dyami Bentley (Tribal : Bent Leaf) & Watch Leader Frederick Hollywood
Edited on on Fri May 14th, 2021 @ 2:58am
Mission:
The Factions
Location: Kentucky Federal Prison
Timeline: Present
Dyami arrived at the front of the prison entrance in his beat up, 1980, green and white Chevy US Marshal pickup truck. Parking by the curb the Indian man climbed out and went to the back of the vehicle. Dyami was not dressed like a normal US Marshal, he wore worn and faded bluejeans, a US Marshal emblazoned t-shirt, and worn high top converse shoes. Reaching in the back he pulled out his 30/30 rifle and slung it over his back, he went back to the cab and pulled his .45 Smith and Wesson out from under the bench seat and stuck it in the back of his pants beneath the black leather belt.
Dyami looked at the darkened sky and smiled at the moon, “Good evening sister.” he said happily. “Please watch over me this night.” He continued up the sidewalk to the door and pressed the intercom button on the door jamb.
A voice came over the intercom that sounded like a drive thru cashier at a fast food restaurant. “Please hold your badge up towards the camera.”
Dyami lifted the badge, attached to a chain, to the camera, “US Marshal Dyami Bentley here on official Federal business. I need access immediately, wake the warden if you have to, time is of the essence.” The Indian man said with authority.
“Just so happens the warden is already awake Sir, we have had an incident today. He will meet you in the processing area.” The buzz of the gate opening let the Marshal know he had been cleared for entry.
“Thank you officer”, he said with a smile. This was going smoother than the Marshal thought it would. This made Dyami pay even more attention to his surroundings, whatever happened he was not going to be caught with his pants down.
Dyami walked to the large door marked ProcessingRoom and waited at the door.
A Security officer and the warden awaited the marshal in the processing room. Warden Price held a tablet, “Hello Officer Bentley, How may we assist you today?” Price wondered if this had anything to do with the death of one of his inmates.
“Warden Price, it is a pleasure to meet you. I wish that things were not so rushed, but I do not have time for pleasantries. I need access to Block B-2. Here is the paperwork, you can review it on the way.” The Marshal handed the warden a plain manila file folder stuffed with papers. He started walking for the door across the room, seeming to know the way.
So he was here about the death. Price thought to himself. “I am sorry to have to inform you that Kentucky has strict rules about firearms in a prison. We do have lockers for them if you need one. I must ask, do you just need to see the block or a prisoner in particular?” The warden sighed, “Some of them have been placed in protective custody until things get sorted out.”
Dyami sighed and turned back to the Warden, stepping forward and taking the file from the older man. He flipped through it like he knew every page by memory. The long haired man pulled out several pages and one by one handed them to the Warden saying, “This is a copy of the Federal law allowing me to keep my firearms while in the commision of my duties, this is the one that that authorizes me entry to any and all rooms, locked storage, and this one is the one authorizing me to remove anyone who I deem fit from these facilities” Dyami turned back to the door, looking up at the camera he said, “Open the door or I will.”
The warder reached for the doorknob and the all too familiar buzz rang out. “So you didn’t say, on to B Block or someone?”
“B block unit 2” The Marshal replied, still vague, “I can not say more.”
As they made their way to the unit many of the prisoners commented on the stranger amongst them. “Holy fuck is this guy the new CERT guy or something?” In short order the warden led them to the site of the incident. “Here we are Officer, Unit B-2.”
Dyami looked over the remains of the blasted cell, “Any new developments with how,” he gestured vaguely at the destruction,”this happened?”
Price shook his head, “No not yet, Forensics says there is no known explosives residue. So they aren’t sure what did that at this time. They did say whatever hit the victim did so with the force of a Mac Truck.” Honestly it might be helpful at this point if this fell into the marshal’s hands.
“I will need to speak to the people you have in solitary.” Dyami said curtly. He turned from the wreckage and started towards the solitary block, again seeming to know just where to go.
“We have questioned most of the prisoners who were there at the time. Most of course claim to either have no idea of what happened or just won't say anything at all. I might add, one of them is in critical condition and has not been questioned at this time. Just bringing all this up in case you need a copy of any of that.” The warden did have a hard time keeping up and his words sounded a bit winded. Really running back and forth across a prison was a younger man’s game than his. “That’s odd.” The warden sputtered. He pointed at the green lights above two the cells. “That should be on lock down.”
“Someone just answered our questions for us.” Dyami said with a smile, “Open this door.” he spoke to the man at the control panel. “And then explain to your Warden who told you to open them.”
The prison guard opened the door to the protection area. “Hey, Warden Price, I was just doing what I was told.” He paused for just a second. Even as Dyami walked off he could hear, “Officer Tombs told me to let Jimmy visit Elliot. I guess they are mates and both kind of went through something today.”
As the Marshal approached one of the cells he could see a small framed man leaning over another man's bed. There was a rag on Elliot Wren’s face and a needle in his arm. The other man looked high as a kite on something himself. “It’s gonna be okay man, you don’t have to wake up here anymore man.”
The indian man walked into the room and quickly snatched the needle out of the standing man's hand. In turn pulling it free from the prone man's arm. “What have you done here Jimmy?” Being alone with Jimmy in the cell was just what Dyami needed at that moment. His beast had led him to the sounds of the struggling men. He let some of his aura loose, just enough to frighten Jimmy into telling him the truth. “What is in this Jimmy?” he said menacingly, turning the man to face him.
“What the fuck is wrong with you man!” Jimmy tried to beat on Dyami’s chest like wind rustling in the trees. “They are gonna fucking kill me don’t you know shit man?” His eyes already filled with tears he looked up into the marshal’s face. “I don’t even wanna be here anymore, you know what I am saying Mister?” by that he didn’t mean prison.
“Dyami’s face began to change, growing more feral, and a bit more of the fear aura leaked out of him. “There are worse things to fear than death Jimmy.” Suddenly the fear was gone… and Dyamis face returned to normal. He said softly, “just tell me what is in this and I can save you Jimmy. We can hide you away from these people.”
“Its called a hot shot. Kind of thought someone like you would know all about that. Just enough shit to make you high as fuck. This being, horse. Just enough shit to send you to the morgue.
Last week we got a really bad batch of X. I am guessing that’s the other thing, but I didn’t spin this shit myself ya know? Heck I don’t deal in drugs.” Jimmy was honest about that. Andy had been his supplier for the last couple of years straight. Then a thought came to the junky's mind. “You do know about the chloroform right? That’s what was in his face.”
“I can deal with both,” Dyami said. Hei snapped the needle of the syringe off with his thumb and dropped the syringe on the floor. He laid a hand on Elliot’s chest and spoke words of power into the young man. A strange brown and white liquid drained out of the needle wound in the prone man’s arm. Elliot started to stir.
Dyami turned his attention back to Jimmy, “You need to tell me who to protect you from. I can get you into WITSEC, I have the paperwork with me. I can make sure you are safe.”
Jimmy rubbed his eyes in disbelief. Sure nothing would ever top this moment. Like the man had said even death. “Yea sure Mister. It was Tombs, he gave me the shot just after opening my cell.” Then he looked back at Dyami. “What are you man?”
“Just a Indian Shaman, Jimmy. “Dyami said with a smile. “Is Tombs the only one or are others involved? Quickly, the guards are coming.” The sounds of footsteps could be heard coming down the hall.
That answer was pretty easy. “Most of the rival gang leaders pay off Tombs in one way or another so he looks the other way. I think the Warden is in on it but so far no one has caught that. Andy may have known.” Tears welled up in the little man’s eyes. “He was part of a fairly large network.”
The Marshal said very seriously, “I will make sure you are safe, we will talk more later, be quiet for now, do NOT say anything to anyone. Not a word, your life depends on it.”
Dyami turned and went to the door, intercepting the guards. Speaking to the guards he said, “These two men are under my protection as of this moment.” He slung the rifle off of his shoulder taking care not to point it at anyone, “I need a clear path to a secure room. Make it happen.” Dyami pointed behind them as if to say be on your way.
Elliot stared at the strangers. First Tombs had led him away… now here he was, waking up from unconsciousness, apparently "under" this guy's "protection." His first and most informed assumption was, of course, that this man was working with Tombs and if Tombs wasn't working alone that law student was probably part of this group too. The drugging, money, the stranger's rifle, Andy's death… Elliot was a pawn in a new game and he knew neither the rules nor the players. His best bet was to be as compliant as possible, right? Make it more effort to kill him than to keep him alive. He didn't speak. Just hours ago he had lived under the assumption that if he followed all the rules he'd one day get out where he could work off some of his debt before he eventually died. But now he didn't even know what the next few minutes would bring, much less the next few decades.
As they passed the warden at the control room for a moment Price thought to himself, be careful what you wish for. He got on the intercom. “This is Warden Price. B Block is now to be on total lockdown until I say otherwise. All available officers are to report to the main thoroughfare.” After putting the mic down he quickly asked Dyami. “Do you need anything else, Officer?” At this point there really was no turning back in the warden’s mind.
The Marshal lowered his voice so that only the Warden would hear. “Warden, this place is in desperate need of some housekeeping.” Dyami’s eyes grew dark and he added, “If any of your officers interferes with my transport, of these prisoners, I will shoot first and question them later.”
The warden gave the officer a look. “So considering you just threatened unarmed men, do you want my officers to make sure the path is clear or should they also avoid that area as well?” Last thing Price needed was an accidental shooting due to some cowboy shenanigans.
“Considering what happened in B block, I would say at least one of you men is armed whether or not he has a gun. Most likely a mutant of some sort.” Dyami thought about it for a moment before continuing, “I would like the path clear. It is safer for everyone involved.
The warden nodded. He picked the mic back up. “To any guards attempting to cover the path to the interrogation area please back off but keep those hallways clear of any prisoners and personnel.” Then he held up his tablet to Dyami, “There is one more thing you should see. Just after our guard here said that Tombs had given the order for him to unlock those doors, I looked for his whereabouts. It seems the last thing we have on camera is him heading to his car and driving away.” The warden sighed with grief. “Between me and you that shouldn’t be able to happen with what’s going on. Only a handful of people can navigate out of the prison during a full lockdown.”
“Do not worry Warden, I will catch up to Tombs after I have taken care of these two first.” Dyami smiled, “It has been a pleasure to work with you, Warden Price. Now if you will see to it that my path is clear, we will get out of your hair.”
Once the Warden verified that the path was clear, Marshal Dyami led the two handcuffed men out of the prison. After loading them into his truck, he departed Kentucky as fast as his truck would carry them.
FIN
Frederick Hollywood
Lorde
The Findelian Watch
Elliot Wren
Unawakened
