Fallen
#7
"This is your visitors badge, and here is your drivers license back." Said the woman police officer who only moments earlier frisked me. "Go ahead and take a seat over here, Ms. Deacon. A guard will be down shortly to take you to see the Warden." She said gesturing toward a row of chairs. As I sat waiting for my escort, I studied the men, women, and children, waiting in line for a chance to see their incarcerated loved ones.
"Ms. Deacon?" a man decked out in his blue uniform said as he strutted down the hall as if he owned the place. He was cocky, I could tell that just by watching him walk, and the way he looked at those he passed, as if they were inferior to him. I stood, forced a smile, and made my way toward him. "Yes, sir." I said reluctantly extending my hand. He smirked as he eyed me up and down before taking my hand. " Captain Brad Bellick." He said, heavy on the "Captain". He had yet to let go of my hand; note to self, wash immediately! Finally, much to my relief, he let go and we made our way to the Warden. There was an peaceful silence, then he ruined it, and I realized that my prayers for a quick, silent trip to Pope would go unanswered.
"So, what brings a lady such as yourself to a place like this?" he inquired. "I'm interviewing Warden Pope for a paper I'm writing." I answered shortly. He nodded his understanding "What is the subject?" he asked. "It's for my Deviance and Violence class, each student chose a different trial to write about." He gave me a confused look, he seemed to be thinking deeply about something. I believe he may have hurt himself doing so. "Is there even a prisoner in Fox River whose case would be interesting enough to write a paper on? " he asked incredulously. "Yes, there is." Finally, the end was in sight. Only twenty feet to go. Bellick stopped at the door, grabbed the handle, and turned to me. "Who?"he asked. I smiled and replied "Lincoln Burrows."
I was introduced to a pleasant woman named Becky, and asked to take a seat while the Warden finished up a meeting. I took a chair that sat near the door we had just entered, Bellick on my right side. Thankfully, Becky must have read my discomfort as she struck up a conversation with him.
Five minutes later the door to the right of Becky's desk opened and two men, both appearing to be in their late fifties to early sixties, stepped out. Had it not been for prison garb the one man wore, it would have appeared that they were two old friends catching up. Except for the look of grief on the inmates face. "Ah, Captain, would you please escort Mr. Westmoreland back to his cell?" Pope asked. "Sure thing, Boss." Bellick replied while he stood and made his way toward Westmoreland. "Ms. Deacon, it was a pleasure to meet you. If you need any help with that paper don't hesitate to ask." He said with a sly smile as he and Westmoreland made their way towards the door. "Thank you, Captain. I'll keep that in mind." I replied giving him a smile. I felt much more relaxed with him out of the room. There was just something about him, he was creepy. "Ms. Deacon, step into my office."