"Hey Vince, get out breakfast is ready," a guard said as he banged the door open.

"Coming," I sighed as I let William go.

The guard opened the cell door and escorted me and Afton toward the mess hall.

I walked calmly out of my cell and scanned the area, so far so good.

"I said move it," the guard said as he pushed me towards the cafeteria,"don't even think about escape," he warned.

I smiled, "I'm just trying to make the most out of prison life, officer," I smiled sweetly.

"Yeah, whatever, just keep moving," the guard grumbled.

"Hey, officer, I don't appreciate what you did to my friend back there," Afton shrugged.

"Unless you want solitary, you'll shut your mouth Afton," he said cocking his shotgun.

"Sorry, sir, won't happen again," he told the guard.

"Good," he said.

We entered the mess hall and the guard stood at the doorway, keeping his eyes on us.

We walked over to the lunch line and grabbed a tray, "I'll have mac&cheese,please," I told the convict, who was serving all of us lunch for the day.

"Uncle Vin, is that really you?" he asked me with his mouth wide open.

"Yes, it is, and if you don't mind, keep this information to yourself," I told him, we're trying to stay invisible for now, I told him.

"Oh, like a prison break?" he asked.

"Shh, not so loud," I glared at him.

"I'm sorry boss," he said.

"It's Ok, you're one of us," I told him.

"What about your friend?" he said pointing to Afton.

"Hey, quit holding up the line," an inmate glared.

"Sorry about that," I chuckled.

"Oh, you think you're funny," the white man with blue eyes and a Confederate tattoo stared.

"If I were you, I'd walk away, you have no idea who I am and what I'm capable of," I told him.

"I'll see you later," he warned.

"Not if I have anything to say about it," Afton said as he punched the man in the face.

"Why you little," he said holding a bloody nose.

I came up behind him and began choking him, putting him to sleep.

"Boom!" a shotgun shell went up into the air, getting everyone's attention.

"Alright, that was a warning shot, the next time any of you gets any ideas, that bullet will be lodged in the back of your head and nobody will ever know," the guard yelled.

"Malone, Afton get over here," he glared.

We came over to the officer, "yes sir?" I asked.

"What the hell was that?" he demanded.

"Well you see," I began.

"It was my fault, sir, I punched that no good redneck, and I'd do it again," he said pointing to his skin, "because I'm not a slave anymore," he told him.

"Just don't do it again, although..." he began, smiling.

"What, what is it?" I asked him suspiciously.

"Maybe for a small fee, I can keep this incident quiet," he suggested.

"Sure, anything," I told him.

"Ok, I want $100," he told me.

"Um, I don't think you've noticed, but I live in a prison, I'm pretty sure you won't get money out of me, even if I wanted to," I told him.

"No, wait, I've got some right here," Afton said as he took off his shoe and pulled out $100.

"Well, I guess I'll pretend that nothing happened here, thanks," he said as he walked away.

"Afton, why'd you do that?" I hissed.

"I was only looking after you," Afton told me.

"When I told you my plan, what did I say," I asked him impatiently.

"Subtlety, subtlety is the key," Afton repeated.

"Yes, and we don't need the guards here noticing that something is suspicious," I told him.

"Ok, boss got it," Afton shrugged.

"I have a question, how were you able to bribe the guard?" I asked him, impressed.

Afton turned to me and smiled, "you just gotta learn where to look."

"I want to learn how," I told him.

"Then I'll show you," he said, "but you have to trust me," he said.

"I trust you," I told him.

"Good, follow me," he said.

"Ok," I said as I walked over to a fat man, surrounded by other like minded crooks.

"Hey, Bill, how've ya been?" he said as he walked over.

"Who's this?" he arched his eyebrow suspiciously.

"He's a friend, he's with me," William went on to say.

"Oh really?" the man turns to me and smiles, "what's your name son?"