**Angola Bound, Aaron Neville**
Two days later Danny hung his head between his knees as he listened to what Wolf was describing. He and Tex had been laying low in a backwater a few miles upstream from the bend in the Mississippi where the Nathan James would have to navigate two missile batteries on its way downstream. They already had a plan to deal with the one on the west bank but it was the one the satellite imagery suggested was located inside the prison grounds on the east bank that they had to figure out, and fast. "It was like the prison was still operating as usual. I could see men in orange jumpsuits through the fences and there are definitely still guards in the towers. The only hint that something funny was going on was that the guards were facing outwards."
"Fuck. No way to tell if they are civilians or military then." The small boat they were in rocked as he smashed a hand down on the gunwale. This stuff never got easier, did it? When Kara had sent the updated satellite images that showed a missile battery inside the prison grounds he'd known they were fucked. Chandler would never authorize firing on the facility if it held actual civilians. That's why Wolf had been sent to investigate. If a case could be made that it had become a military operation they could engage, but from the sounds of it they were going to have a much more difficult task at hand.
Wolf ruffled his hair with his hand. "Nope. There were people everywhere. It seriously looked like a normal, albeit horrible, prison operation."
"So we're going to have to figure out a better way of shutting it down than bombing it to kingdom come. Shit. Got any ideas?"
"I detoured into the neighborhood nearby. There weren't too many people around but I did find these. He pulled a neon yellow flyer out of his thigh pocket and handed it over. Danny unfolded it. It was dated 6 days ago. "Think it's for real?"
"What is it?" It was the first they'd heard from Tex all night He'd been typing a report that was overdue to Slattery for hours.
"They're hiring guards. Promising the cure, food, water, and daily dosing."
Danny looked to Wolf. "Daily dosing? What the hell do they mean by that? Even the original cure only took one injection."
Wolf shook his head. "Fucked if I know."
Tex held out his hand to inspect the flyer. "You think it's another Amy Granderson situation? They've got an incinerator in there. Maybe they are just more effective than she was at disposing of the bodies?"
Danny shook his head. "I suspect the only way to find out is to apply. And we need to get someone inside to disarm that weapon anyway. Sounds like we can kill two birds with one stone. Who's feeling like a new job?"