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Blood poured from his lip and he gave an involuntary moan as he was forced against the wall. Blows rained down on his back and as he fell to the ground the group of thugs began kicking him and shouting abuse. He felt something break.
"Come on then" a man shouted at him, "Where's your bottle". But Neil had had enough.
"Get lost" he snarled. Suddenly a prison guard appeared, she looked at Neil horrified. "What the hell is going on?"
"Well you've got a few broken ribs and cut and bruises." The doctor smiled. Neil didn't. His body felt is if it had been put through a mangle.
Later sitting alone in his cell Neil thought about his options. Don came in.
"Heard you got into a bit of bother" he grinned looking at Manson's battered body.
"Don, I can't take this, I want out." Neil sobbed. "Please help me" his voice begging.
"Alright mate," comforted Don "I'll think of something."
Sam looked at the letter again. It was a prison visiting order. He wanted her to visit him. After what he had done. No way. The nerve of him. Sam was outraged. And curious. Why did he want to see her?
Jack looked at the letter Sam handed to him.
"What is this? Some sort of sick joke?" he demanded furiously.
"Do you think I should go and see what he wants?"
"No I'll go."
"Gov, I really think I should go. He must want to see me."
"Be careful"
"I will."
Don looked around to make sure that no one could listen to him speak to Neil.
"Right if we're going to do this we'll have to do it this time next week. That gives us time to finalise the plans." Don was talking about the escape Neil realised.
"Right" he nodded his head in the affirmative.
"We've only got one chance at this we can't have any cock ups." Beech hissed. Neil looked insulted.
"Don!" Neil exclaimed annoyed. "Nothing is going to go wrong."