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Chapter 2 – Help

He lay on his stiff bed in his dingy damp cell looking at the white washed ceiling. Along the wall beside him were small ticks to count the days. So far he had nearly a year and a half worth of tiny ticks running along the bumpy surfaces of his cell wall. Since the police had gone on strike, the prison guards had been all jumpy fearing a prison riot and had kept them on lockdown for the last three days. The only time they were let out of their cells in those three days were in small groups to eat their two meals a day and then they were thrown back into their cells to rot.

Without a window he could not tell what time of day it was. Only the occasional ring of the prison guards shift change bell told them what time it was. Since it had last gone off what seemed like only a few hours ago but could have actually have been only a few dozen minutes he knew it was past midnight. Since the lock out began he had not slept well when he even got to sleep and tonight looked to be no different, especially when a familiar face arrived at his cell.

"Prisoner One-One-Four I have some things I want to ask you," the man with short dark red hair and a scowl asked in his deep voice.

"Fuck off Flowers I have nothin' to tell ya," he replied flipping the government agent the bird.

"I think you should tell me what I need to know this time," Flowers said holding up his metal briefcase. "With the guards too scared to come out of their guards' rooms I can finally use my favourite form of interrogation."

"Whatever it is ya want to know dis time save it cuz I ain't snithin'," he said raising his other middle finger. "Ya lock me up for speeding and expect me to tell ya shit, go eat a dick."

"Have it your way then," Flowers said signalling the guards to come and subdue him. The guards entered the cell with their tazers pointed at him and a pair of hand cuffs ready. Sucking his teeth he jumped off his bed and held out his hands for the cuffs. "You sure you don't want to save us the trouble."

He smirked at Flowers and reeling back slammed his forward into the special agent's nose. "Fuck you."

Flowers grabbed his now busted and bleeding nose. "You'll pay for that."

"We'll see about dat," he said as the guards pushed him down the corridor to the interrogation rooms.

Huey looked up at the thirty foot wall of the prison. On the top he could see the barbed wire and the towers with spot lights in them. He was lucky for the strike because know the prison was only carrying the minimum number of guards it was allowed. Many of the spotlights were off and no guards patrolled the walls.

"You're really going to break into a prison. I thought you said you were retired," a man with white hair and dressed in a black suit as Huey as he scanned the prison wall for best place to straight.

Huey was not surprised by the sudden appearance of the agent he nicknamed the White Shadow. "I am retired. This is different business."

"Ah yes your daughter. Cute little thing it's too bad what happened, but do you really think the person inside there can really help you?" the White Shadow asked.

"I'm sure of it why else would I be breaking into a prison in the middle of the night right after my daughter was kidnapped," Huey said going annoyed with his stalker.

"This isn't going to end well."

"Just shut it and go back to observing from a distance," Huey snapped and the White Shadow disappeared. With his distraction gone Huey returned his attention to the wall.

Pulling out one of the many sharp metal spikes he had in a bag slung across his back, Huey smacked it into the wall with a small hammer before putting in another spike and pulling himself up on them. He continued the process all the way up the wall, kicking out the ones he was no longer using as he moved to the next. Once he was at the top of the wall he snipped the barbed wire with a pair of small wire cutters he brought with him. Silently Huey crept along the wall until he came to the nearest watch tower. The spotlight was off and no one was inside so he picked the lock and entered.

The inside of the tower was basically a spiralled stair case from top to bottom and Huey went down. Like the first door the second one at floor level was locked so he picked that too and found himself on the prison grounds. The grounds were empty but the few spot lights that were on still roved over it every few minutes. He would have to be quick but cautious crossing the grounds.

A barely got ten feet before the first spot light moved past him. He dropped to the ground and rolled out of the way of the light. Once it had passed he got back to his feet and continued on. The lights passed by two more times before he reached the nearest door into the actually prison. Once again he picked the lock and snuck into the building. It was a sad day when someone could sneak into prison this easily, but then again would anyone even notice another black man in the prison, probably not.

Huey pulled out the stun baton he had borrowed from Ed Wuncler III's house along with all his equipment for the night. Seeing the tell tale light a TV up ahead, Huey crouched down and slowly made his way up the hallway to the turned off metal detector set up to screen the prisoners when they came in from the yard. The light was coming from the small TV in the guard's room where all the off shift guards were gathered until it was their turn to roam the corridors of the prison again.

"You hear Jack Flowers is back again," a guard said from inside the room and Huey paused inches from the door.

"What's he here for this time?" anther guard asked.

"Prisoner One-One-Four again," the first guard said. "I heard he busted up Flowers nose so Flowers is going to use the boot."

"I guess we're going to have to transfer One-One-Four over the female prison down the street," the second guard laughed. "Where is he doing it?"

"In the interrogation room in the west block. Why you want to go check it out?" The first guard asked and Huey gripped his baton tighter and held his breath ready for the guards.

"Maybe latter Days of Our Lives is on," the second guard said and Huey released his breath and continued on. Now at least he knew where he was going.

Leaving the guards behind Huey made his way west through the prison. He only met one guard on his way to the west block but he had managed to get behind a laundry cart before the guard spotted. He let the guard continue by, there was no need to alert the guards to his presence until it was absolutely necessary.

Once in the west block he found a guard walking by himself and snuck up on his putting his hand of her mouth and pushed his turned off stun baton against his back hoping in his panic the guard would believe it was gun. "Where is the interrogation room?" Huey asked in the guard's ear. The guard pointed down the hall to a big heavy door. "Thanks." Huey switched his baton on and smacked the guard upside the head knocking him unconscious.

Huey dragged the unconscious guard into a dark corner and continued down to the door. He passed one open jail cell and figured it was his but he kept walking there was nothing in there that was worth risking the operation for.

As he got closer to the door he heard two familiar voices cussing at each other. Even though he had only met Flowers once he had a very distinct voice and after all these years Huey still remembered it. It the other voice was much more familiar, it was voice he had grown up hearing every day.

"You're going to tell me what I want to know Prisoner One-One-Four," he heard Flowers say and he also heard the clanking of heavy metal on the floor. Hearing the sound Huey broke into a run. If he was going to ask him for help the least he could do was save him for this fate.

"Bring it nigga," the other voice said, not a drop of fear in it.

Huey reached the door and threw it open his stun baton at the ready. Inside was the scene he expected from the noise. At the far corner of the room was Jack Flowers, older than Huey remembered after all it had been several years and in the opposite corner two guards were holding up his handcuffed target, prisoner One-One-Four as they were calling him.

"I think I've seen enough," Huey said stepping in Flower's way.

Flowers looked at him for a second. "Huey Freeman what the fuck are you doing here?

"I'm here for him," Huey said nudging his head toward the other corner. "And I plan to take him."

"He is a very important prisoner," Flowers said. "He has a lot of information I need so he is not going anywhere until his sentence is up."

"Your free to try and stop me but it won't end good for you," Huey said determination in his eyes. He had come this far he was not going to back down. He needed Prisoner One-One-Four's help if he was going to save his daughter.

"It's too bad it has to come to this Huey Freeman," Flowers said charging Huey with is metal boot.

Huey easily sidestepped the special agent and as the momentum of his boot carried him passed Huey into his waiting knee doubling Flowers over, Huey then proceeded to smash his stun baton into the back of Flowers neck. The special agent crumbled like a sack of rice and Huey turned expecting the other guards to charge him, but they did not. Instead when he turned around he saw Prisoner One-One-Four standing over the unconscious body of the two guards each sporting smashed noses.

"What da fuck are ya doing here?" Prisoner One-One-Four asked searching the guards for the keys to his cuffs. When he found them he quickly undid them and cuffed the two guards to the door handle before going over to the barely conscious Flowers. "And dis is for almost kickin' me in da balls." He levels a swift kick to Flowers nether region, but the stunned special agent did not react, but he would feel it when the shock of Huey's baton wore off.

"I'm here to get you out," Huey said pulling out a Desert Eagle from his bag. The gun was something Ed insisted he took after he found out why Huey was breaking into the prison. It was a beautiful chrome and red gun with the word "Thuggin'" engraved in gold on one side of the barrel and the word "Fundraiser" similarly in gold on the other.

"Why would ya be tryin' to get me out? My sentence isn't up for six more months," he asked taking the gun and immediately checking the clip and the chamber for bullets. It was fully loaded and ready thanks to Ed.

"I need your help with something very important," Huey said looking at Prisoner One-One-Four. He was nearly as tall as him and covered in thick muscle. He had two black tattoos as far as Huey could see, one on inside of his forearm of a baby's face and some fancy scribble and a date under it. The other on his opposite shoulder was a needle in a circle with the words 'Lethal Interjection' around the inside edge of the circle.

"What is so important ya need to break me outta jail for?"

"Rosa's been kidnapped and I need your help getting her back and making who ever took her pay," Huey said angrily.

"And ya need me why nigga?"

"They left this. I'm hoping you know what it means," Huey handed in him the card with the sideways green crescent moon on it.

"I've never seen it before but I know some niggas who might."

"So you'll help me then," Huey asked a rare smile splitting his face.

"I'm upset ya even have to ask nigga."

"Thanks Riley," Huey said and his brother gave him a smirk before kicking Flowers in the groin again.

So that's chapter 2. How will Riley help Huey find his daughter? Who does he know that could help them? Why was Riley in jail in the first place? Find out in the next update, Chapter 3 – Right Hand.