AN: Very Strong Warning: Cell Block A Showers scene is VERY DARK including foul and coarse language and non-consensual sexual acts. I tried to draw word pictures of what was happening without coming right out and saying it for the most part. But it may be too graphic for some readers. Please SKIP the Cell Block A Showers scene if you don't like.
If you skip that scene you will miss Big Bubba's Lesson. Suffice to say the lesson may be a bit too much for some readers to handle. But it's no less than Dupont deserves ... very intense and dark.
Bizarre, Come to Terms, Big Bubba's Lesson & Weird Twists of Fate
Toronto East Detention Centre – Inside Cell Block A
Zhang was at one of the tables in the common area near the showers. It was just after breakfast and he was struggling to read the book in front of him. He ran his hands through his hair and growled in frustration.
Sigurd sauntered up and took a seat. "Problem?"
Zhang turned and looked at Sigurd. "I can't get this one. It's too hard."
"What one? Show me" Sigurd said moving his eyes to the remedial reader book Zhang was working with.
Zhang pointed to the word. Sigurd said "Try sounding it out."
Focusing on the word and trying to break it down Zhang haltingly spoke "b … ba … No. bi … bi … zz … bizz … a … aa … biza … err." He smiled and put it all together "Bizarre." He looked to Sigurd for confirmation he got it right.
Sigurd smiled "Good job."
Zhang grinned "So what does bizarre mean?"
"It means very strange or unusual, especially so as to cause interest or amusement" Sigurd explained.
Nodding Zhang said understanding "Kinda like this. It's bizarre that a guy like you is helping me learn to read."
Patting the kid's shoulder Sigurd said "Yeah it's bizarre. But I like you kid. When you get out you can make something of yourself. But you need to be able to read and write and do your sums. How's the math going with Nelson?"
Zhang smiled "Good. I got my multiplication tables down for sixes yesterday."
Sigurd grinned. The kid was making progress. "Good to hear. I gotta go now. I'm expected at the laundry room for work. I'm trying to swing it so you get assigned to the laundry with me and Nelson. That way you'll be protected and you can work on reading and math while we work. Until then enjoy your free time not working. By next week you'll be assigned to somewhere."
Zhang grinned "Reading is like working."
Laughing Sigurd said "I know it can be hard but you are doing very well. You keep at that book another hour at least. Write down any words you have trouble with and we'll work on them together this afternoon. Dupont will be doing your common room chores this afternoon so you can spend more time studying."
Nodding Zhang went back to the book. He liked the new word. It was bizarre that he liked being in prison better than the time he spent with Master. Several weeks ago after his trial, he had been sentenced to ten years in prison for his part in the abductions.
They said it was not more because he was indoctrinated into doing it, had a low IQ and was susceptible to manipulation. The other countries would not seek to try him on more charges when he finished his sentence here so long as he showed remorse and rehabilitation. He didn't know what indoctrinated, low IQ, susceptible to manipulation and rehabilitation meant. He decided he would ask Sigurd about that later.
He took a break from reading; it was hard work and so he sat just staring at it lost in thoughts. The first night in here he met his cell mate Nelson. He was scared of the man at first. Nelson was in for the murder of four people who had raped his wife and teenage daughter when they broke into his house one night to rob it.
Nelson demanded Zhang tell him why he was here. So he told him all about the police officer abductions and how his Master made him hurt them or be killed himself. Zhang ended up telling him all about his life from the time Master took him in.
Zhang was surprised at Nelson's reaction. When Nelson learned about how Master had treated him as a boy and how he was forced to help Master at age sixteen Nelson had taken him under his protection. Nelson and Sigurd were buddies so Sigurd protected him too.
When Sigurd found out he could not read very well he started teaching him. Then Nelson began with math. Because he was protected by Nelson and Sigurd all the guys in the cell block treated him nice and looked out for him. Well, all except the guy named Dupont.
That guy was a whole different story. Dupont never did anything unless Sigurd told him he could not even use the toilet. He kinda felt bad for him. Sigurd often made him wait so long Dupont pissed himself. Then all the guys would laugh at Dupont and taunt him as Sigurd made him stand there in his pissed clothes.
All the guys treated Dupont bad, very bad. He heard Dupont screaming in the shower sometimes when several others went in with him. His face was often bruised and so were his wrists like he had been held down. Dupont walked funny sometimes like he hurt.
He heard Dupont cry at night since their cells were right next to each other. He also heard when Dupont was made to do things to the other guys. Their grunts and moans and his gagging or whimpering, it happened a lot, several times a day.
Zhang looked up and saw the new lady guard. She was pretty. He liked looking at her. He smiled and waved at her. She only nodded in response.
Someday when he got out he would get a girlfriend. He was gonna have a better life now. He was not sorry Master was dead. He was relieved. He could finally have a better life. Even prison was better than the time with Master.
He heard Dupont screaming in pain again and tried to block it out. Using his new word again he thought it was bizarre how nice the guys were to him and how mean they were to Dupont.
Toronto East Detention Centre – Outside Cell Block A
Brisa had been here for several weeks now. She had come to terms with the fact that she had screwed herself out of her police job. In retrospect she could see how her actions and lack of judgement had played into it. If only she could rewind her life and do it right.
She had been floored when she was allowed to resign rather than be fired outright. Finding employment after being fired would have been very difficult. Brisa had been further stunned that the only reason she was offered the opportunity to resign was because of the inputs from Sergeant Parker and Constable Braddock.
Brisa was still working on her letters to them to apologize and thank them. The right words were hard to find and she wanted them to be right. Her life would be so different if she had been fired. Being a security guard wasn't what she really wanted to do with her life. But for now it was a damned sight better than any menial job she would have gotten if she had been fired.
She liked to think she was making a difference here. But this whole thing made her stop and think what she really wanted to do with her life. She smiled thinking that her options had opened wide. She considered joining the military. Maybe she might make a life as a military police officer.
Or maybe she would do a complete one eighty and become a florist like her mother. She did like flowers after all. Flowers brightened people's lives. The thought made her laugh. Her mother would be speechless if she did that because all she had ever wanted to be from the time she was five was to be a cop like her dad who had died in the line of service. Maybe it was time to really consider the florist option.
From her position outside cell block A she did her walk through check of the inmates. She had only been assigned to this block last week and was still settling in. The big lunk of a kid was sitting at the table reading. He read a lot she noticed. She also often saw one or two of the inmates helping him with words. Strange how things operated in the prison.
It was odd that a block of hardened murderers and inmates serving time for aggravated assault could treat someone so gently. She decided that she just might need to look into his file to better understand. She had been doing that a lot lately. Trying to understand before judging or speaking about a subject she did not have the facts on.
That tendency had been the root cause of all her recent problems. It had almost gotten someone killed too. The defendant in that courtroom, she had no idea who it was, but he had almost been killed by the man that got in when she left for coffee.
Brisa had quit coffee cold turkey after that. She couldn't stand the reminder that she nearly got someone killed because she behaved like a spoiled brat. Tea was much more calming anyways.
That day she felt so very small. Ed had completely intimidated her and when he yelled at her to get out she ran wanting to be as far away from him as possible. She was glad that Braddock had used his SRU negotiation skills to talk the man down and to drop the knife. She had been so wrong about that man. So very wrong.
The big lunk of a kid reading smiled and waved and to her and Brisa nodded in greeting. She continued on. That is until she heard someone screaming and screaming in intense pain.
Depressing her comms button Brisa called out "Charley we have an incident in cell block A. Inmate screaming in the shower area. I need backup here now."
She drew her weapon and headed in.
Toronto East Detention Centre – Cell Block A Showers
*Warning: Skip to next scene if bothered by foul and coarse language and non-consensual sexual acts.*
Dupont stripped at the command of Big Bubba. His life was hell and Big Bubba was the meanest of the bastards. The things Big Bubba liked to do to him hurt and hurt badly and left him bruised all over. Big Bubba got off on causing him ungodly pain. The more he screamed the harder Big Bubba got.
He was just glad Big Bubba had not actually raped him. Sigurd was right the man was unhumanly huge. He could imagine being torn wide open if Big Bubba took him that way. BJs were bad enough, Big Bubba barely fit in his mouth.
Dupont didn't think he couldn't take much more abuse even if Big Bubba never fucked him like so many other guys had done repeatedly. Every day it was the same things over and over. Used and abused in sickening ways.
The shower area was the worst because the guards could not see directly into it. Usually he was gagged so his screams could not be heard by the guards. But Big Bubba liked to hear his screams when he abused him with various things.
Once he was naked he was shoved to his knees and his hair was grabbed by Torun. Torun reeked. God he hated the smell and taste of this bastard. He gagged as Torun forced himself into his mouth. "Move" Torun commanded. Dupont began to move as expected. The only saving grace with Torun was he shot off quick.
Spitting and wiping his mouth as Torun stepped back Dupont wanted to be sick. His hair was yanked and Gejza slapped his face several times. "You better do exactly like I like it. You know what I expect" Gejza hissed at him.
Dupont reached up and kneaded Gejza with one hand while the other went behind Gejza and he slipped one finger in. He moved it in and out in the same rhythm as Gejza pushed hard and deep into his mouth. Gejza yanked on his hair every time he thrust his hips forward forcing himself deeper. Gejza went so far down his throat Dupont could barely breathe. Gejza took forever and he was gasping for breath as fluid dribble from his mouth when Gejza finally released him.
The next three guys all used him in much the same way each requiring him to do something sickening that they found pleasure in. God he hated the taste in his mouth. He didn't dare bite them. He had tried once and paid in pain, lots and lots of pain.
Sigurd barely stopped Strauss from cutting off his cock. But the twenty seven small cuts Strauss made along it burned for days. Especially when Sigurd made him piss himself and stand for hours in his urine soaked pants.
He was spitting out the last man's contribution when Big Bubba kicked him in the balls. Then Big Bubba reached down and grabbed his cock and squeezed hard. A choked painful cry came out of his mouth. Big Bubba smiled and rubbed himself with his other hand getting hard at the sound of his cry of pain.
Big Bubba sneered "We're gonna have some fun this morning Dupont. Hold him down."
Four men each grabbed a wrist or an ankle and held Dupont down spread eagle face up while Big Bubba continued to squeeze him. He yanked hard up and down several times. There was nothing pleasant about it. It was painful and he cried out. But he found himself growing hard anyways.
"Ah I see you like that" Big Bubba sneered. "Can't have that." He released his hold on Dupont and punched him in the jaw. He landed several hard punches to his stomach and face.
Dupont struggled against the hands holding him. They held him with bruising strength. Dupont tasted the blood from his split lip.
Big Bubba looked at the piece of shit on the floor. "Not so fun being one of your boys is it. Ever take them without lubrication?"
Dupont stared at Big Bubba. He lied "No."
"Ever take them without preparation?" Big Bubba asked disgust on his face.
Again Dupont lied "No."
Big Bubba knew the sorry sack of shit was lying but said "Ah so you were always sure your boys were comfortably stretched and lubed and wanted it."
Dupont nodded in fear "Yes. They wanted it."
Leaning close to Dupont he sneered "Liar. Gag him and then turn him over on his knees, ass in the air and head down."
Dupont blanched. He saw Big Bubba was ready, standing hard and straight up. It scared him shitless. He would be split in two with that thing. No prep. No lube. God no!
When he was forced into that position Big Bubba whispered in his ear from behind "You are a vicious animal. I know what you did to Matt. How badly you hurt him. I'm going to teach you a lesson. It's about time you learned what it felt like to be one of your boys. What it felt like to be Matt when you ripped into him with no prep and no lube. To have someone so large breach something so small with no care or concern for the brutal damage it would do. Get ready to feel exactly what you did to that sweet little boy."
Dupont struggled wildly to no avail. Big Bubba's hands grabbed each side of his hips. Dupont screamed bloody murder as Big Bubba rammed into him. He screamed and screamed and screamed in pain through the gag as Big Bubba kept at it.
Toronto East Detention Centre – Command Room
The team arrived on scene and loaded their weapons with non-lethal rubber bullets. Then they headed into the prison to meet the Warden in the command center.
Warden Ericsson met them and updated them "It's gone to hell since we called. He has taken hostages. He got a gun away from one of the guards and forced the other two to drop theirs and leave. He shot one inmate when the inmate tried to help the guard. But we can't get in there to get him out. He also shot out the cameras. He's a damned good shot in order to shoot them out."
Greg took off his hat and rubbed his head as he turned to Ed "Less lethal isn't an option now. The inmate is armed with three guns and has already shot one person."
Ed's face was hard "I agree. Sam, Wordy go get the real ammo. And Sam bring the Remi. Not sure we'll have a Sierra location but we need to be prepared."
Sam and Wordy both answered "Copy" and ran back out towards the SUVs to get the real bullets and sniper rifle. Rubber bullet would not work.
Ed then said "Spike see if there is any way for us to get eyes in. We need to understand the position of all the inmates."
Turning to the Warden Greg asked "How many inmates and guards are hostage?"
Warden Ericsson reported "There are currently eight inmates including the one with the gun. The rest were at their work stations already. He has only the one guard inside the cell block. It is locked down. He cannot get out."
Greg asked "Has he demanded anything yet?"
"No just ranting" Ericsson replied.
Jules asked "What is his name? We need to see his records to build a profile."
The Warden answered "Gerard Dupont."
Jules gasped.
Spike's eyes went wide.
Greg said softly "Son of a bitch"
Ed pinched the bridge of his nose and called out "Sam get back here with the rifle and ammo then you are benched. You will stay in the command center. No arguments. This is too close for you. Do I make myself clear?"
Toronto East Detention Centre – Hallway
At the name Sam stopped dead and Wordy ran into him but recovered quickly.
Wordy looked at Sam and he was so pale, all color had leeched from his face and he was just staring at nothing. When he didn't answer Ed, Wordy softly asked "Sam you okay?"
Slowly coming out of his daze Sam looked at Wordy "Huh?"
"I asked if you are okay. Did you hear Ed?" Wordy said with concern.
Greg called out "Wordy what's up with Sam?"
"Give me a moment Boss. Sam you with me buddy." Wordy said laying a hand on Sam's shoulder.
Shaking his head no Sam said "No I didn't hear. What?"
"Ed said you're benched for this one. We need to get the supplies and head back but you will stay in the command center. No arguments." Wordy told him.
Sam nodded "Okay." He blew out a breath "Okay."
The rest of the team heard and a small sigh was released by each as they heard Sam say okay.
Wordy called out "We're good. Heading to trucks now. Back in a few minutes."
Sam and Wordy ran for the trucks.
Toronto East Detention Centre – Command Room
Warden Ericsson asked "Just what was that all about?"
Greg said "Nothing. So I need to speak to the other two guards. We need to know all the inmates in there and which guard is hostage."
Ericsson said "Finch, get Moineau and Sawyer in here on the double."
Spike called out "I've been able to tap into the system and I've repositioned two cameras. Bad angles can't see much but I do see a group of …" He counted the people. "A group of six inmates in one corner and it looks like they are naked. I see one inmate lying on the floor. Not moving it must be the one that was shot."
Ed came up behind Spike and looked at the screen "The incident started in the shower. They must have all been in there showering. Don't see Dupont or the guard. Any way to move them around a bit more?"
"Sorry that's the best I can get" Spike answered.
Arriving back with the ammo and rifle Sam glanced at the screen "At least the inmates are grouped together. It appears it is a one man show."
Greg and Ed were surprised at the calmness of Sam's voice. Greg asked "You okay Sam?"
Sam looked at him. "Yeah. I understand why I can't go in there but maybe I can help from here."
Considering the request Greg said "Okay. You can interview the guards. You stay here and only here Sam. We need to find out what we can about the situation. Feed me on the fly."
Sam nodded "Thanks Boss."
Ed looked at Greg and silent communication passed between them Ed questioning Greg's decision. It was Greg's call but Ed didn't think it was the wisest thing to do. They only got Sam back a few weeks ago. This could send him for another loop.
Spike broke into their silent conversation when he communicated "I sent the blue prints of cell block A to your PDAs. There are a few places for Sierra depending on where the subject is."
Ed looked at Sam scrutinizing him.
Sam held Ed's gaze and answered the unasked question "I can do this Ed."
Giving in Ed looked at the blueprints "Wordy, Spike you will cover Greg and go in from the north. Jules you are with me we will approach from the south. Jules you are Sierra One if any of the positions work."
They all nodded and the five of them switched out ammo.
Jules slung the rifle on her shoulder. She gave Sam a smile. He gave her one back. Then they took off.
The Warden looked to Sam when the door opened a few moments later and Moineau and Sawyer entered. He said "This officer needs to speak with you."
Sam said "I'm Sam can you tell me what happened?"
Charley Moineau responded "I'm Charley and this is David. We were in the monitor room when we got a call from Brisa saying there was an incident in cell block A. Inmate screaming in the shower area."
Sam heard the name. Could it be? He asked "Brisa Horne?"
"Yeah. She's new. Been here only a few weeks. She nice and good. You guys gotta get her out of there. No telling what they'll do to her" David said shaken.
"Boss the guard taken hostage is Brisa Horne" Sam called out.
He heard Greg say son of a bitch but focused back on the guards "What happened? How was she taken? I need any details you can give me."
Charley who was calmer than David related what he knew "Brisa called out for backup. Just before we left the monitor room I saw her head in with her weapon drawn. By the time we got there she had all the inmates in one corner except Zhang and Dupont."
The name Zhang hit Sam hard. No. no. It would be too damned bizarre. Too weird that so much past and present collided. Sam asked "Zhang. Last name?"
David half laughed "Unknown."
Sam looked at him questioningly "You mean you do not know."
The Warden answered "No. The last name is Unknown. He was given that name because he does not know his last name. So in our system he is Zhang Unknown."
Slowly shaking his head Sam asked "Boss did you get that?"
Toronto East Detention Centre – Nearing Cell Block A
Greg answered "Yeah Sam I did. Spike I want you to head to Jules to be her cover. Ed when he gets there I need you with me. No one alone in the block."
Spike looked at Greg "I can do this."
Greg answered "Spike. No. No engagement Spike, same reason as Sam is not in here. Too close too personal."
He didn't like it one bit. Spike knew exactly how Sam felt now. Benched. Dammit. But he only nodded and said "Coming to you Ed." He took off running to Ed and Jules position.
A few minutes later Ed arrived at Greg's location. He stopped and looked at Greg hard "I don't like this at all. We are all too close to this. Dupont, Zhang and Brisa. If it goes south SIU will have a field day."
Greg nodded "Winnie. Call in Team Two or Four."
Winnie had been listening and was shocked at so many paths crossing in one call for Team One "Sarge both are involved in calls. I can call Rollie, Team Three could reup and be there in thirty minutes."
Greg instructed "Do it." Then he called out to Team One "Team we are going to take this slow. Try to keep the situation calm until Team Three gets here. Jules do you have a Sierra position?"
Jules called out "Yes but not good. If he moves to the right at all I lose the solution. I don't like what I see."
"Explain" Ed said.
From her position Jules sighed. She had seen some horrible things on this job but this was just … just … she had no words. She answered "Dupont keeps shoving the gun in Brisa's face as he rants. He is completely naked. His face is bleeding and bruised. His whole body is covered in bruises, old and new."
Her breath hitched as she reported "Boss, there is blood is running down the insides of his thighs. I think he was raped."
Greg closed his eyes and took a deep breath. It happened a lot to pedophiles in prison. Even the most harden murderer hated pedophiles. "Anything else Jules?"
Jules answered "The inmate on the ground not moving is the only one dressed. I cannot see his face to know if he is out or just laying still try not to draw more attention to himself. I do see a small pool of blood near his shoulder though."
"Okay thanks Jules. If he escalates and appears ready to fire you have Scorpio but I'd like to see if we can talk him down. If he has been raped he is likely reacting to that. We may have a chance to get him the help he needs" Greg said.
Greg paced. He took off his cap and rubbed his head with one hand. He was conflicted as to whether he should go in. "Sam any other details you can share from the guards?"
Toronto East Detention Centre – Command Room
Sam had finished gleaning all the information from the guards. He reported "The guards reported that Brisa heard the screams. She drew her weapon and entered the cell block then went to the shower. When they arrived she had grouped the attackers into one corner and Dupont was laying on the floor of the showers bloody and gagged. Charley and David took over guarding the large group of inmates while Brisa went to help Dupont."
"She ungagged him and had helped him to his knees and then to stand. As they were exiting the shower Dupont attacked and overpowered her taking her gun away from her when he punched her in the face. Apparently they were near the table where Zhang was sitting and reading. When Dupont aimed the gun at Brisa Zhang rushed him and knocked Brisa out of the line of fire."
"Brisa tried to help Zhang and Charley swung around to aim at Dupont while David covered the other inmates. Dupont got a hold of Brisa and threatened to kill her unless the guards dropped their weapons and left the cell block."
"They said that they followed his instructions when Brisa told them too and she yelled call SRU. As they complied Dupont held onto Brisa and began ranting about killing all the inmates because they kept raping him and he couldn't take anymore abuse."
"From what they told me it has probably been bad for Dupont since he got here. He's been badly mistreated and often has bruises on his face. The guards never saw the attacks so they did not know who to charge. They would have moved him but the only option is solitary confinement. Pedophiles are not typically safe once their crimes are known."
Sam blew out a breath "Boss, I have a bad feeling this is an attempt at suicide by cop."
Toronto East Detention Centre – Cell Block A
Dupont yelled out "I know you must be here now. I'm gonna start killing people. Starting with this pretty little guard. I cannot live like this anymore."
Greg looked at Ed. Ed shook his head "Wait Greg."
Jules called out "Boss you need to get in there now if you want to try talk. He's made Brisa kneel down and put the gun to her head. But he seems to be looking at the door waiting."
Sighing Greg said to Ed "We can't let him kill her. I have to try. We can't wait."
Ed nodded and both Ed and Wordy lifted their shields as they made their way to the cell block entrance. Ed entered first. Greg entered behind Wordy's shield.
Greg called out "Gerard Dupont I'm Greg Parker with the Strategic Response Unit. I'd like to help resolve this without anyone else getting hurt. Can you tell me what you need?"
Dupont saw Greg, Ed and Wordy. Great it was the little brat's team again. Shit he had the worse luck ever. That little brat was the root of all his problems. That little brat tempted him and gave him a taste for boys. He would not be here if not for him. He should have killed him when he was a boy.
His eyes searched around. Where was the little shit? Where were the other two also? That little wench and the dark haired idiot. He finally yelled "I don't want to talk to you."
Greg said "I'd like to help if I can. You appear injured. You need help. Why don't you put the gun down and we can get you the help you need."
"I said I will not talk to you. Get Braddock here. I'll talk to him" Dupont shouted.
Shaking his head slightly Greg answered "I can't do that."
Dupont grabbed Brisa's hair and yanked. She made a soft whimper. Dupont shouted "Get him here or I blow her head off. I need to talk to Braddock."
From the command post Sam said "Boss? Maybe it is the only way to get him to stop."
Spike interjected "Or maybe he wants you there to kill you Sam. Boss you can't let Sam in there. It's too much risk."
Sam hissed "He's gonna kill Brisa if I don't show. I can be behind Ed. Behind a shield. Boss we gotta try."
Ed looked at Greg "I don't like this. I'm with Spike."
Jules called out "I have the solution."
Softly Greg said "Sam are you sure you can do this?"
Sam answered "No but I'm willing to try."
Greg appreciated Sam's honesty. He really did not want to subject Sam to this. Sam did not deserve to have to face this man again. Greg looked at Brisa. She looked so young, so very young. Could he take a chance with her life? Priority of Life order of protection came to mind civilian, officer, then subject. But could he deliberately put Sam at risk to save a civilian?
He stepped back behind Wordy "Sam you stay behind Ed. Fully covered the entire time."
"On my way" Sam called out.
Greg stepped back into view of Dupont "Sam is coming. Just don't do anything you will regret before he gets here. This doesn't have to end badly."
Dupont yelled "You don't get to tell me that. This is already bad." He yanked Brisa's hair again. She whimpered trying not to make a sound.
Zhang looked at the pretty guard. He hated that Dupont was hurting her. He had tried to help. She told him to lie still that it would be okay. So he laid here even though he wanted to stop Dupont. Things were getting a little dizzy and his shoulder hurt so much. He closed his eyes too rest.
Sam ran to the cell and when he approached Ed backed out and went to Sam. Ed commanded firmly but low enough Dupont could not overhear "You are behind me completely. That is an order. Are we clear?"
Nodding Sam blew out a breath to steady himself and answered softly "Yes Sir."
Ed nodded and the two of them entered the cell. Sam took in the sight of Dupont. The man was a mess. God he felt conflicted by what he saw. He pushed those thoughts away "Dupont I'm here. How can we end this with no one else getting hurt?"
Zhang's eyes flew open. He would know that voice anywhere. It was that police officer that Master thought was Sergei. He turned his head towards the sound. It was definitely him. He smiled. The man had lived. Master didn't kill him. Good.
Dupont looked at the smug brat hiding behind the shield. He was to blame for everything. He yelled "All of this is your fault. I bet it makes you happy to see the blood running down my legs. To know that I've been raped everyday multiple times every day since I arrived here."
Sam answered "No it does not make me happy. I'm sorry that happened to you."
"Oh right I forgot your some kind of perfect. No saint Braddock would not be happy. I know different. You are lying through your teeth if you are saying you are not happy and that you are sorry" Dupont shouted.
Sam winced. Damn he had lied and he Dupont caught him on it. Greg was right never lie to a subject, especially if they know you. He closed his eyes and repeated in his head no lying, no lying.
He sighed "No it does not make me happy. People being hurt has never made me happy. But honestly in this case nor does it make me sad. And you are right, no I'm not really sorry it happened. But it should not have happened to you. It should not happen to anyone, especially children."
Greg hissed "Sam"
Sam looked at him and spoke in an undertone "No lying to the subject. He'll know if I'm lying." Then to Dupont he added "So what is it that you want? Why did you want to talk to me?"
"I want you in hell. I want you dead today" Dupont shouted.
A small snort came out and Sam said "I might actually see you in hell someday but not today. How about putting the gun down and we can see about getting you transferred to a safer location. Away from the men that did this to you."
Getting more agitated Dupont commanded "You step out from behind that shield and I let her go. You stay there I kill her."
"Sam no" Greg ordered.
Sam recalled the letter Max had written him about how Gerard thought and perceived the world. Max had thought it would help him come to terms with things. It hadn't but the information might be useful now.
He cleared his throat "I've been ordered not to by my superior. So you can understand that I cannot step out. If you just put the gun down we can get you moved. Maybe solitary confinement might be a safe option. You could eat, shower and sleep alone unmolested. You could have the power over your own body back."
Dupont was losing it now "This is all your fault. All your fault. If you had not been such a pretty boy. If I had never watched you showering as a boy. I got so hard seeing your sweet little ass. I just wanted to ..." Dupont was cut off by Sam.
Sam could not hear anymore. No one needed to know any more about the things that Dupont had done to him. His full recollection was sordid and sick. It was the reason he needed so much time to put his head back on straight. There were just things he never wanted his SRU family to know. EVER.
He stepped out from behind the shield and yelled "SHUT THE HELL UP YOU SICK PERVERTED BASTARD!" cutting off whatever Dupont was going to say.
Dupont laughed. He did it. He did it. He got the reaction he was waiting for. Sure he could go into solitary but eventually they would put him back with the general population and if it wasn't Sigurd it would be someone else. If it wasn't Big Bubba, Torun or Gejza it would be many other inmates.
He could not live like this. Dupont pushed Brisa over and stepped to the right.
Jules called out "No joy. No joy."
Ed moved to cover Sam at the same time as Dupont said "Thanks for being my first boy, my favorite one. See you in hell brat" and started to raise the gun pointing at Sam.
Sam could not believe he had just played into Dupont's hand. He let him get an emotional reaction out of him. Sam started to dive back towards cover behind Ed as he saw the gun come up towards him.
Ed saw the gun come up towards Sam. He saw Sam starting to move toward him. They were slower than a bullet. Even with both of them moving towards each other would not get to cover in time. Dupont was an excellent shot. Ed had to fire he had no choice.
Wordy saw what was happening and that Sam would not make cover in time. He threw his shield just in front of Sam.
Both guns fired. Ed's a split second before Dupont.
Ed's bullet found its mark between Dupont's eyes.
Sam was in mid-dive to cover as he closed his eyes waiting for the ripping burn of a bullet. Instead he heard a ping followed by a loud clank. As he hit the ground Wordy's shield clattered to the floor in front of him.
There was no sound in the room for a few seconds. It was followed heavy breathing.
Sam lay there his eyes going from the shield to Ed to Dupont. Round and round as he processed what had just happened. Shit he had screwed up and now Dupont was dead. SIU was gonna have a field day over this one.
He watched as Ed looked down at him. Ed's expression was inscrutable. Sam knew Ed knew he had screwed up and it cost someone his life. His actions resulted in Ed having to take a life. Shit.
Sorry would not cut it. He would say it but it was not enough. Sam opened his mouth to speak but Ed shook his head.
Ed looked at Sam. He could see in Sam's eyes he knew he screwed up. But then he and Greg knew this was not the best thing to do. They had chosen to put Sam in that position even after Sam had been honest with them and told them no but he would try. Sam had done well until Dupont touched a deep trigger for Sam.
He shook his head when Sam looked like he was about to speak. Sam stopped but maintained eye contact with him. Ed crouched down "I'm sorry we put you in that situation Sam." He held out a hand. Sam took it and they both rose.
Sam looked at Wordy. With his quick thinking he had just saved his life "Thank you."
"No thanks necessary Sam. You have saved my butt so many times it is not funny. I'm just glad it worked." Wordy said. Wordy didn't bother to ask if Sam was okay. It was clear as day Sam was beating himself up over his action.
Greg called out "Winnie let the Warden know we are secure and to get medical staff here now for the injured inmate."
Brisa had watched as Dupont fell. For a split second she stayed still then moved forward to secure the weapons. She looked at Greg with wide eyes. She had never been in something this intense before. Becoming a florist seemed like a very good idea right now.
Guards flooded in taking control of the inmates. Medical staff rushed in to help Zhang.
Greg moved forward to Brisa. With a soft smile he asked "Are you okay?"
She drew in a shaky breath "Yes Sir. Thank you. Thank all of you." She saw the medical staff starting to head out with Zhang and she stopped them. Looking at Zhang she said "Thank you too."
Zhang grinned "Just glad I could finally do something right and good for once in my life."
Spike and Jules arrived in the room and went directly to Sam who was looking a bit dazed watching Zhang speak to Brisa.
The medical staff started to push Zhang away but he saw Sam and Spike and Zhang called out "I'm sorry. I'm gonna be a better person. Life is better without Master even if I'm in prison. I'm sorry I hurt you. I'm really sorry. I'm glad you both lived."
Sam and Spike watched Zhang be pushed out. Then they looked at each other with a look of 'did he just say that?'
Spike spoke first and asked "You good?"
"Yeah I'm okay. You?" Sam responded still a little stunned by Zhang's words.
Spike shook his head no like he couldn't believe the words but answered "Yeah. All I can say in weird twists of fate, weird twists of fate. Whoa."
Jules heard Zhang's words, looked at Brisa then looked at the sheet covering Dupont. She blinked several times then said "Geez, no one could have ever predicted something like this."
Spike nodded his eyes still looking incredulous "Weird twists of fate."
They all watched as SIU came in and took Ed's guns.
Ed nodded to Greg just before he headed off with SIU.
Greg saw him leaving and called out "I'll be there shortly Ed."
Then Greg looked at the team "Team, head back to the barn. Do your paperwork but we will debrief tomorrow."
Toronto East Detention Centre – Outside Cell Block A
As they started to leave Greg said "Sam hold up a moment."
Sam stopped. Greg muted his headset and motioned for Sam to do the same. Sam did so and waited. He knew he screwed up big time. Sam wondered what he was going to say.
Greg motioned for them to step to the side just outside the cell block. Then he said with softness "I understand Dupont must have hit something deeply emotional. We are human Sam. We make mistakes. I made a mistake today. I put you in a bad situation."
Sam started to interject but Greg stopped him "No Sam. Not everything is your fault. The fault is mine as Sergeant. You were honest with me that you may not be able to handle this. That is all I ask of you. It is I who chose to take a risk. The choice was mine to put you there. Dupont knew what to say to get what he wanted. We all hoped to end this differently but we all knew what he wanted too. He wanted to die."
Greg put his hand on Sam's heart "In here you know you did your best. You are not a robot. You have feelings. You did your best to connect, respect and protect him despite of all he has done to you."
He moved his hand to Sam's head "In here I want you to process and understand it was not your fault. Not any of it. Dupont's decisions all the way led to his end. Dupont just didn't want to live. He was beyond our help. If he did not provoke you he would have found another way. He might have even killed Brisa to get what he wanted."
Putting both hands on Sam's shoulders Greg smiled warmly "Tonight I want you to rest. Sort things out like you do. Tomorrow is a new day. It's time to put these trials and tribulations behind you and move forward."
Sam nodded "Copy that."
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