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Caged Up - Hate Crimes

Caution This chapter contains several derogatory racial slurs Caution

Lynn was pretty pissy when I told her to keep an eye on the inmates while I spent some time with Electronique. I had to give it to her, over a year in isolation and she was still as sharp as ever. Unfortunately, she was also just as critical. "Oh Shego, such a beautiful mixture of victory and failure you have created here. You have taken over the most abusive, corrupt prison in the civilized world with no possible hope of escape. We are armed but our supplies are limited and we will quickly be out numbered and out gunned when superior forces arrive. And now, in the wake of such a blunder, you need me to use my vast, superior intellect to save the day, or at least save your lives. And all you can offer me in terms of resources is outdated, commercially purchased electronics."

I lean against a wall with a smug smirk. "Well, if you can't cut it, I can always call MacGyver or the A-Team. I hear Mr. T is always looking for work."

"Yes, humor, very nice, not interested. Now, this is tricky situation but I think I might be able to device a plan. I simply need time to think. So you make sure the girls don't end up killing themselves and whatever is out there trying to stop us, make damn sure they don't get in here."

I give a half-hearted salute. "Oh yes, Mein Fuhrer! I will make sure the allied powers are kept at bay and the Nazis play nice with the Gestapo."

I chuckle, she just raises an eyebrow. "Ah, yes, a joke about my accent. I am beginning to remember why I choice you as my most hated enemy. You will be wise not to continue reminding me of this."

"That'll depend on how long I can keep myself entertained." I leave and try to get my mind clear. I need her help but I never could like the idea of someone talking down to me like I'm just some hired thug. Being a snippy bitch was just my way of venting. With Drakken, I knew I could crush him like a grape if he ever crossed the line so I never took his commands seriously. With Electronique, we might actually end up trying to kill each other if things keep up this way. I start going toward B block, hoping I can spend some time breaking in Mr. Straight Arrow, see if I can bend him a little, until I hear something. I go to check it out, too far to make out faces but I can make out color just fine. One side white, one side was not, fucking skinhead bitches finally got tired of working with the inferior race. I got to stop this before they start killing each other.

I run down the stairs as fast as I can, I can hear the insults still being thrown around.

"Mud bitch!"

"Whitetrash cunt!"

"Nigger gorilla!"

"Cocksauce whore!"

Fuck, this is getting bad. Where the hell is Lynn? When I jump down the last set of steps, I can see Lynn just resting against the wall, filing her nails. "What the hell are you doing?"

She doesn't look at me and just blows off the dust from her fingers. "I'm keeping an eye on them. So far it's about as exciting as watching a shouting match on a news channel, I hope it gets better soon."

Figures she'd do something like this. I'll have to worry about her later. Doesn't look like either side is armed, must be a bunch from block A with an old ax the grind. But if this gets bad and some armed sympathizers get involved, it won't take long for the whole thing to go to hell. I hate to say it, but it looks like I'll have to actually exert my responsibility as leader of this little revolt. I spark up my hands, make the fire nice and bright and start my way into the fray. "Hey! The fuck you bitches going on about?!"

They all look at me and then they go back to glaring at each other. I guess they don't trust turning their backs to the other side for a second. One of the white girls, bald save for the bangs, shoots her mouth off first. "These fucking niggers and their wetback friends are eating all the fucking food! They don't care if the rest of us starve, they just wanna make their fat asses even fatter!" Oy, after hearing that, I wonder if being green means I can stop seeing myself as white.

The other side starts sounding off, some hood rat in corn rolls takes it upon herself to play representative. "Fucking Nazi bitches just startin' trouble cause they can't go through the day without throwing a fucking fit about color! Maybe it's time we made us some albino skin seat covers and did the fucking world a favor!"

"Just try it, fucking monkey mud baby!"

I'm getting plenty sick of this so I shoot a jet of green fire down the rift that separated the two groups. That gets their attention. "Alright, I'll say it once so everyone listen up. I don't give a fuck about anyone here. For all I care, you two can either kill each other or have angry sex off in the corner. I just want some fucking peace and some fucking quiet until we can figure out a fucking plan to get the fuck out of here! Now then, any fucking questions?!" I hope they get the fucking point, using the same word so many times was getting re-fucking-diculous.

Another skin head shoots off her mouth, this time it's one that's completely bald. "Who are you to tell us anything? You're just a fucking freak of nature."

I spark up my hands one more time. "I'm the bitch with fire spewing out her hands. Now all the Neo-Nazis can either go off to the top floor, play nice, or melt." I see one of the skinheads start to make a move at me and I give her a face full of concussive energy. She falls on her back, nearly passed out. "Anyone else want to try something?"

I can hear something from behind. Shit, one of the spectators must be a damn sister of the bald cut. I turn around, hoping I can blast her like the other one and I see Adrena Lynn finally getting off her ass to do something. She twisted the white supremacist's arm behind her back and made her drop her shiv all while she was still running. She struggles and Lynn just twists her arm. "Now, now, play nice or I won't get you anything for Kwanza."

I can't help but smile, for all her annoying quirks, Lynn sure is a dependable friend. "Alright Lynn, just kick her over to her friends, I think they get the point." Lynn sounds off two kisses by the bitch's ear before letting her arm go and booted her toward her friends. She stumbled a few steps and glares at Lynn only to see her pull out the shotgun she had flung over her back. That seems to keep everyone with a pale complexion quiet. I make things easier for the whites and only give them one option. "Now move it, all of you, to the top floor and stay there."

They try to look tough but they're outnumbered and even before Lynn whipped out her boomstick, they were outgunned. They all start their trail of tears up to the top floor and one of girls from the colored side try to approach me. I can't tell if she was light Black or dark Hispanic, I just know she has horribly fake hair. "See, I knew you were down with us-"

I stop her by pointing a glowing finger right at her face. "Back away from me or I'll melt that fucking weave right on your head." She seems surprised but she backs away. Now I have the other side of the fence glaring at me but I need to make my point. "I'm not anyone's fucking friend, I only trust Adrena Lynn in this whore house. So if I hear any of you fucking around with the Nazis just to have fun, I will kick your ass just as hard as I would their's or anyone else's. Now just keep quiet, don't cause trouble, and I won't do to you what I did to the guards."

I didn't make any friends but I made sure everyone who was watching knows I don't play favorites and I don't fuck around. Maybe that'll help keep the peace for now. Lynn's two steps next to me as I start walking back toward block B. "So, your friend the human bug zapper come up with a plan yet?"

I shake my head. "No, she's still working on it. Bitch told me to keep the inmates from killing each other and to keep whoever might be outside from coming in. But fuck that, I'm not putting my head by a window for a sniper's bullet."

"You don't have to, Mouse has pretty much locked herself in the radio room since we took over. I guess she wanted to be away from the scarier cunts we have walking around here."

I look back at Lynn. "The fuck is a mouse?"

"Mouse, she's only been here two months and she was lucky enough to have me break her into prison life. Smart girl, pretty short, she's probably been listening in on police shatter just to kill time. She might just know everything going on outside from that room."

Sounds like something worth my time. "Alright, take me to her."

We go up two floors and she takes me into a room with wires running all over the floor and this brunette in glasses, who's defiantly under five feet tall, hung over a communications console. Damn, there sure are a lot of weird people in this place. Lynn just goes over to the girl and flings her arm around her like they're old friends, Mouse just tries to curl into herself without looking obvious. "Hey Mouse, how's the chatter out there?"

The girl mumbles and whispers, definite confidence problem, I wonder how she's still even alive in this place. I pull Lynn's arm off the geek. "Can you tell me how many cops are out there?"

She looks up at me and then glues her eyes back to the console. "Yes... about twenty squad cars and three SWAT teams have already gathered outside." Well, that was to be expected. "I also picked up about seven or eight vehicles using an FBI frequency, I think they're still arguing about the chain of command out there." Well, fuck, didn't expect FBI to be here so quickly but at least they're fighting each other for now.

"Anything else? Just those two groups?"

She nods. "Yes, just local police and SWAT and the FBI... well..."

I hate it when they say 'well...' "Well what?"

She swallows a gulp and messes with some nobs. "There's a frequency I used to tap into for military chatter... kinda why they put someone like me in a place like this. Well... that and selling secrets I ease drop on to anyone buying. Anyway, I had to cross some wires to pick up on that kind of frequency with this prehistoric stuff but... it's weird."

"What's weird?" I hate where this is going.

"I'm on the military line, I can hear random chatter from a base about a hundred miles away but I'm also picking up on something even closer, something coming toward us."

"Well, what is it?"

"I don't know, nothing comes in clear. There's activity but it's all garbled up, I think they're using another frequency but I just can't find it. But what the hell uses a frequency more secretive than the military anyway?"

I groan, I groan audibly, I groan cause the truth hurts like hell. Fuck me. "Fucking shit... it's Global Justice."