Bully

Ros stood in the cold shower cubicle avoiding the icy water as it splashed against the tiles. She knew the prison guard was just outside the cubicle but that couldn't be helped. Slipping the coin sized device from beneath her wedding ring she slipped into the back of the burner phone she had acquired before hiding it in the hole behind the cistern. Every cell in her body prayed that the cheap phone and the SIM card Adam had given her hours earlier. She heard the voice of the male prison guard who had tried, and failed to intimidate her. Quickly she stuck her head under the now Luke warm water, gritting her teeth at the cold.

"Hurry up ladies."

She heard Kyla telling him to shut up as she exited the cubicle. Ros seethed, knowing he was corrupt and had no business following them into the shower room. She pulled her towel tightly around her, hiding that she still wore underwear before stepping out.

"Leave the kid alone." Ros glared, her voice was dangerously low. Kyla flinched slightly at the full Ice Queen performance kicked in.

"Or what?" He smirked as she stepped closer to him.

"Kyla? You ok?"

"Yeah."

"Sure?"

"Yes." The younger woman paused. "Rach."

"I'll see you later." Ros inclined her head - telling Kyla to leave quickly. Memories of rescuing Beth in a similar situation came back as anger pumped through her veins. Kyla reluctantly left them. Ros let a sly smile creep over her face as she stepped towards him before grabbing his genitals through his trousers. Maintaining eye contact she dug her nails in painfully.

"Officer Smith. You will keep away from me and my cell mate. Do you understand?" She smiled as he grabbed her wrist but unable to remove her hand. "Bully, harass or sexually harassed any woman in here and I promise I'll send your balls to the long suffering Mrs Smith to use as earrings." She released him before stepping back smiling. "Run along, there's a good chap."

He turned, trying to maintain a shred of dignity as Ros watched him go.

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"I've an asset that can help." Beth stated firmly, glad that the stammer that had returned was not evident. Dimitri raised an eyebrow as Beth spoke.

"Go on." Alec folded his arms. He knew that like him Beth had a past outside of Section D. She was more experienced than a lot of the seniors gave her credit for.

"In Syria. I was following her husband for a British businessman. Greg Thomas." Beth frowned. "Embezzlement."

"And who is your asset?" Zoe joined the conversation. Beth smiled, happy to be useful for once.

"I kept in touch with Greg's sister Lauren. I can meet her in twenty minutes. No w-way am I sending anyone else."

Erin grabbed her jacket, before turning to her.

"Right then. Let's go."

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Ruth sat in the prison staff room watching the guards and other staff. She had to hide a smirk as one guard - she failed to catch his name was berated about a female prisoner getting the better of him. She instantly knew it would be Ros. Whatever the situation neither she nor Ros could abide abuse of power.

"Grace?"

She looked up as the prison chaplain sat opposite her.

"Hi."

"How are you settling in? I take the welfare of my pastoral team just as seriously as the ladies in our care." The older man smiled warmly. Ruth guessed he was nearer 70 than 60. In his black shirt and dog collar he just looked tired. Ruth smiled slightly.

"I think it's a case of so far so good."

"I see. Oh I should have said. I'm Father Michael. I've been here so long I always assume staff already know me. You're filling in for Diane? While she's off sick?"

"That's right." Ruth nodded, aware that Zoe and Catherine had worked hard on her legend. "Met some of the new residents."

"Ah Kyla and Rachel seem to be creating astir." He laughed. "Good for them! Oh don't look so shocked. It's for God to judge their sins not me. I don't know why anyone is in here and I don't wish to."

Ruth liked the aged priest, he, unlike the guards seemed to genuinely want to help change the situation his 'residents ' found themselves in.

"What about Gruber? A lot of the women seem to avoid her. I've noticed anyone who might be." Ruth paused. "A little quiet or weaker than her gets a hard time."

He nodded.

"Yet would you believe she comes up to the chapel every Sunday. Every service if she can."

"Devout Christian?"

"Hardly." He shook his head. "She's a manipulative tramp." He shrugged. "So much for being nonjudgmental. I disapprove of those who use my Faith for their own ends."

"And she does ?"

He nodded.

"Grace, I know she does. She's a conduit for drugs. I've seen her dealing but I can't get the guards to believe me. Just." He paused. "Be careful around her." He got to his feet as Ruth frowned. The guards in the other side of the office carried on berating their colleague as she wondered just how deep the corruption went.

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