ass out of jail!
“Right now my goal is to stay alive. And I will do whatever it takes... to achieve my goal.”
The head of the CCC facility had arrived right back where he had begun, standing over the prisoner he had assaulted with his baton in the gut.
Spector delivered a jackbooted kick to the prisoner’s ribs. He then turned to finish his address above the moans of pain from the prisoner.
“During your stay with us, your goal is to provide services. Providing services is the only reason all of you are still alive. If you fail to provide services, you will not be achieving your goal. And when you fail to achieve your goal, you will be threatening my goal as well. Let me remind you of my earlier statement – I will do whatever it takes to achieve my goal.”
This time Spector used his black baton to strike the back of the whimpering prisoner lying at his feet.
One of the other prisoners could not stand to hear the screams of pain any longer and made a move to help him.
All it took was for Spector to glare in her direction. Whatever altruistic urge the female prisoner had was squelched and she fell back into line.
“The problem with my father was that he was a… windbag,” said Spector to the prisoners. “It was one of the many reasons we never got along. I heard the same two pieces of advice over and over again. The good news is none of you will have a similar problem. Everything I've just now said I will not… ever… repeat again.”
Matt’s gaze landed on Bunny ahead of him in line. The lawyer had a confident gleam in his eyes, as if he had just found out that he had the honor of arguing in front of the Supreme Court.
“So, let me be your hero. Follow my directions without any questions. Follow the directions of those who work with me. Let us all help you accomplish your goal.”
Spector motioned to one of the compound guards.
“Okay, juice boxes, you heard the chief, proceed forward until we give you the word!”
The line surged forward toward the main camp compound.
Bunny waited until Spector was walking right beside him.
“Ron... Ron... it's me, Bunny.”
At first Spector didn’t seem to hear Bunny.
“Ron… over here… it’s me…”
Spector finally responded, but he spoke under his breath. “Just keep it moving, juice box.”
Bunny heard the words, but completely missed the subtext.
“C'mon, Ron, you gotta remember... three years ago you had that second DUI and I was able to make it go away with you just doing community service...”
Spector interrupted the lawyer with a baton blow to Bunny’s back, which immediately put him down on the ground.
“I know exactly who you are, Michael Leahy, Esquire, but maybe you haven’t been paying attention to who I’ve become...”
A voice inside Matt’s head screamed for him to simply do as the other prisoners were doing ahead of him: simply walk around Bunny as if he was a pothole in the middle of the road.
But he reached down and grabbed one of Bunny’s arms.
Matt glanced over to see how Spector was going to react and was surprised to see the head of security had already moved on.
His recovery took more than a few steps, but Bunny eventually started to walk on his own as they both approached a grey building.
“Thanks for the help…”
“Didn’t I tell you to shut the fuck up? Next time I’ll let you drown in your own vomit…”
The words were loud enough, and alarming enough, that two of the other prisoners marching nearby stepped in to relieve Matt of his burden.
He regretted his words the moment they left his mouth.
And what caused Matt the most shame were the faces of the prisoners who took over helping Bunny. They both looked at him with the same fear in their eyes that just seconds ago had been directed toward Spector.
Chapter Seven
As the newbies marched into the main compound, a young man had to hold his blue jeans by the waist or they would drop to his ankles. He had lost so much weight trying to
“Right now my goal is to stay alive. And I will do whatever it takes... to achieve my goal.”
The head of the CCC facility had arrived right back where he had begun, standing over the prisoner he had assaulted with his baton in the gut.
Spector delivered a jackbooted kick to the prisoner’s ribs. He then turned to finish his address above the moans of pain from the prisoner.
“During your stay with us, your goal is to provide services. Providing services is the only reason all of you are still alive. If you fail to provide services, you will not be achieving your goal. And when you fail to achieve your goal, you will be threatening my goal as well. Let me remind you of my earlier statement – I will do whatever it takes to achieve my goal.”
This time Spector used his black baton to strike the back of the whimpering prisoner lying at his feet.
One of the other prisoners could not stand to hear the screams of pain any longer and made a move to help him.
All it took was for Spector to glare in her direction. Whatever altruistic urge the female prisoner had was squelched and she fell back into line.
“The problem with my father was that he was a… windbag,” said Spector to the prisoners. “It was one of the many reasons we never got along. I heard the same two pieces of advice over and over again. The good news is none of you will have a similar problem. Everything I've just now said I will not… ever… repeat again.”
Matt’s gaze landed on Bunny ahead of him in line. The lawyer had a confident gleam in his eyes, as if he had just found out that he had the honor of arguing in front of the Supreme Court.
“So, let me be your hero. Follow my directions without any questions. Follow the directions of those who work with me. Let us all help you accomplish your goal.”
Spector motioned to one of the compound guards.
“Okay, juice boxes, you heard the chief, proceed forward until we give you the word!”
The line surged forward toward the main camp compound.
Bunny waited until Spector was walking right beside him.
“Ron... Ron... it's me, Bunny.”
At first Spector didn’t seem to hear Bunny.
“Ron… over here… it’s me…”
Spector finally responded, but he spoke under his breath. “Just keep it moving, juice box.”
Bunny heard the words, but completely missed the subtext.
“C'mon, Ron, you gotta remember... three years ago you had that second DUI and I was able to make it go away with you just doing community service...”
Spector interrupted the lawyer with a baton blow to Bunny’s back, which immediately put him down on the ground.
“I know exactly who you are, Michael Leahy, Esquire, but maybe you haven’t been paying attention to who I’ve become...”
A voice inside Matt’s head screamed for him to simply do as the other prisoners were doing ahead of him: simply walk around Bunny as if he was a pothole in the middle of the road.
But he reached down and grabbed one of Bunny’s arms.
Matt glanced over to see how Spector was going to react and was surprised to see the head of security had already moved on.
His recovery took more than a few steps, but Bunny eventually started to walk on his own as they both approached a grey building.
“Thanks for the help…”
“Didn’t I tell you to shut the fuck up? Next time I’ll let you drown in your own vomit…”
The words were loud enough, and alarming enough, that two of the other prisoners marching nearby stepped in to relieve Matt of his burden.
He regretted his words the moment they left his mouth.
And what caused Matt the most shame were the faces of the prisoners who took over helping Bunny. They both looked at him with the same fear in their eyes that just seconds ago had been directed toward Spector.
Chapter Seven
As the newbies marched into the main compound, a young man had to hold his blue jeans by the waist or they would drop to his ankles. He had lost so much weight trying to
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