**Who Changed the Game, Dr. Paul Jr. And the Zydeco Nubreeds**

"Fuck, fuck, double fuck." Danny stomped around the small tract house they were using for a base of operations. Both Wolf and Tex had struck out applying for jobszzz at the prison. "I can't believe they wouldn't hire you. We gave you an impressive resume."

Wolf shook his head. "I know. But like I said, they didn't even read it. They were done with me as soon as they heard my accent."

Danny turned to Tex. "You too?"

"Disqualified me because I don't speak Spanish. Told them I knew enough Portuguese, Serbian, Russian, Dari, and Mandarin to get by but they didn't buy it."

Wolf snorted. "You speak all those languages?"

"Only enough to order a drink and ask for the bathroom. But they don't speak 'em either so what would it matter? But they also said they didn't need my kind of experience level. Didn't think they could pay my kind of salary. Do me a favor Green, make sure that gets in the report to Slattery."

"Too experienced? Seriously?" Danny scrambled to think of a reason they would want less experienced guards. "Sounds like they don't want people who know what it's usually like inside a prison."

"I'd agree." Wolf paced. "I think we need someone younger and naive looking who speaks Spanish if we still want to go the guard or cop route. I think we can probably manage the reverse prison break if we really want to get one of ourselves inside, but there's no guarantee whoever goes in is coming back out. If we can get a person who has a legitimate reason to be on the inside, that would be better." He fixed his gaze on Danny. "And no, you cannot do it. I promised your wife I'd have you home in time to meet that baby."

"We need Cruz. He could totally pull off mean-mannered prison guard." Fuck. They needed in that hellhole and they needed it yesterday.

"Yeah but he had to have a break. We all know he was going to crack without it." Wolf defended his absence.

Tex looked between Danny and Wolf. "What about Diaz? He could pull off the cop routine. According to the deep psychological analysis of my 17 year old daughter, the kid has adopted all those kids because his dad was a cop. Has a real protective streak in him."

Danny shook his head. "No way. Just no way. He's a kid and this could go wrong six ways to Sunday."

"That ship's not coming down the river unless we get someone on the inside and in case you haven't noticed, we're short on people right now. So maybe we shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth." Tex gestured wildly as he grew attached to the idea. "He takes orders well. All we need him to do is apply for a job and take a tour. He slaps a little C4 onto the missiles. He walks out at the end of his shift, there's a big bang, mission accomplished."

Danny slammed his fist onto the gunwale again. "I don't like it. Slattery's gonna hate it. Besides, if we wanted to blow the thing to kingdom come then we could do that remotely. No, we have to disarm it without killing a bunch of civilians who have nothing to do with it."

Wolf ran a hand down his beard. "I think we have to try. We don't exactly have 20 guys to pick from and what other ideas do we have?"

Danny hung his head. "Ok, but if we do this, I'm going in with him. My wife will hate it but she'd also never forgive me if we sent him in there alone."