As usual, thank you to everyone reading this and leaving me feedback! I got asked about the chapter titles, and I wanted to let you all know that each chapter is titled after a different song that I feel fits with the content. I'll post the list of songs in my bio if you guys are interested or looking for new music. Thank you all again for sticking with this little story!

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On his way back to C3, Jake needed another officer to assist him in taking Ferguson back to her cell. She mumbled Jianna's name over and over again as she struggled to break free from the hold of the two guards. The women they passed by stopped and stared at her, whispering, laughing, and calling her "Freak" when she walked by. When they finally arrived at C3, Jake pushed Ferguson to sit down in the common area. He motioned for the other officer to leave.

"I've got it from here. You can go now," Jake ordered.

The officer nodded, giving Ferguson one last look before exiting the unit. Out of breath, Jake sat down on the table in front of Ferguson and grabbed her face, trying to make her look at him.

"Joan, Joan, look at me," Jake softly spoke. "Who is Jianna?"

At the sound of her name from another person's lips, Ferguson froze and glared at Jake. She clenched her fist and struck Jake in the face, causing him to jerk backwards and almost fall off the table. He stood up, covering his face with both his hands.

"For fuck's sake, you bitch!" Jake yelled as he pulled Ferguson to stand and shook her. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Jake!"

Miles rushed into C3 and pulled Jake off of Ferguson, standing in between the two of them and holding her hand up in his direction.

"The fuck is going on here?" Miles asked, looking from Ferguson to Jake.

"Nothing… Nothing… It's fine…"

"YOU KILLED JIANNA!" Ferguson screamed, pointing towards Jake.

"What the fuck are you talking about?!" Jake barked, taking a step towards Ferguson.

"Jake, you can't…"

"I said it's fine, Linda!"

Miles turned to look back towards a still shaking and mumbling Ferguson before she placed her hand on her back and led her into her cell. Ferguson sat down on the bed, beginning to rock back and forth as she continued to mumble under her breath. Miles stared at her for a few seconds, shaking her head as she walked out of the cell and closed the door. Jake was standing in front of the sink, splashing his face with water.

"What the hell's gotten into you?" Miles asked, walking over to him.

"Getting sick of that psychotic bitch," Jake responded as he brought his hand to his mouth to check if he was bleeding.

"Yeah, join the club… But you can't… You can't manhandle her just because she pisses you off."

Jake shut off the water and turned to face Miles, looking down at the floor and nodding his head.

"Who's Jianna?" Jake asked.

"I was about to ask you the same thing. What happened to her? I've never seen her this… disturbed."

"I've got no idea what she's talking about. She went to the showers and came out a mess…"

"…D'you want to trade duty with me? I'm rostered for the mess hall right now."

"Yeah… Yeah I think that'd be best… Thanks, Linda."

Jake moved past Miles towards the exit, stopping for a second to look into Ferguson's cell. Ferguson was walking around inside, grabbing fistfuls of her hair as her lips moved, seemingly speaking to herself. Jake shook his head as he walked out of C3 and made his way towards the mess hall.

…

Bea sat on the floor, leaning against the door of her cell. She looked through everything on the phone, trying to find any kind of information about Allie. As she was looking through it, her door opened and she fell backwards onto the floor. Sonia looked down at her, chuckling as Bea looked up at her.

"Beatrice, what are you doing?" she asked as she watched Bea sit up.

"Shut the door."

"You missed breakfast," Sonia said as she stepped inside and closed the door.

Bea stood up and sat down on her bed. Sonia placed something wrapped in a napkin on Bea's desk before she sat down next to her.

"Calling someone?" Sonia asked pointing to the phone.

"No… No, there's no service… It's Ferguson's phone. She knows where Allie is."

Bea looked down at the phone and opened up the photos of Allie, handing the phone to her. Sonia took it and stared at the screen.

"The photos have no details. There's no messages, no calls…" Bea began.

"It's active, there's just no signal in here… Clearly a burner that's been wiped throughout its use."

"Yeah…"

"How did you manage to get it from her?"

"She set up a meeting during her shower time today and showed me these pictures. She made me agree to drop the charges and in exchange she'd let Allie come back… Then I just… I just pissed her off and she dropped everything and attacked me before Stewart rushed in to help and take her back to her unit."

"Are you all right?"

"Yeah… I mean… Yeah."

"…Must have said some truly nasty things to upset her enough to forget about something like this," Sonia responded, holding up the phone.

"She… She was kind of enamored with an inmate from a prison she worked at years ago… It's the one thing I know that can actually unsettle her."

"What's the prisoner's name?"

"Jianna. Jianna Riley."

"…Who do you think took these photos?"

"Stewart has to be involved in this. He set up the meeting today, he was at the hospital, he has it in for Allie, and since Ferguson has it in for Allie…"

"Ferguson has it in for you... Allie is… collateral damage… Did… Did you agree to her conditions?"

Bea looked up at Sonia before slowly nodding her head. Sonia looked back down at the phone.

"You know… My dearest friend Helen would always send me photos of herself, wherever she was. She would text now and again, call once she was home, but when she was out, she tended to send me pictures. She liked checking in, asking for my opinion on the most inane things… Her makeup, her clothes, which wine went best with her meals… As time went on she began to send me fewer and fewer photos… I grew nervous, anxious actually, especially when she informed me she had been diagnosed with depression. It got to the point where she no longer communicated with me through calls or texts, just… just photos. So I learned a… trick of sorts. I would save the photos she sent me and check the details of the images on my computer."
Bea stared at Sonia, unsure of where she was going with her story but refusing to interrupt.

"This is an older model, but… it's still a relatively modern phone. If you can connect it to a computer and download the images then the information, the details you can only access through the original file would show up."

"What kinds of details?"

"Well, everything from the second the photo was taken to the size of the image, the file type, but the most important thing for me and what will be the most important thing for you would be the geotags."

"Geotags?"

"Yes. This phone has a camera and a GPS. The geotags would tell you where the photo was taken… I wanted to know Helen was safe. I needed to know where she was in case… in case she did something, in case she wanted to do something… so that I could be there for her."

Bea looked down at the phone, her eyes lighting up. Sonia smiled as she looked back down at the phone as well.

"I wouldn't put it past Ferguson to have more than just Stewart looking out for her best interest so… I'll find you a connector cable and use one of the computers in education to download the information for you so that you're not under any kind of suspicion. What do you say?"

"You would do that?"

"Of course."

"Sonia… I can't… I can't thank you enough for…"

"Don't mention it. Shouldn't take more than two minutes but… but you should figure out what to do in the meantime. If you make any move against Ferguson and she catches wind of it, I can assure you this will all be for naught."

Bea looked back down at the phone and nodded, recalling the threat Ferguson had made. Sonia stood up and placed the phone in the inside pocket of her cardigan. She leaned over and placed her hands on Bea's face.

"You need to eat something to keep your strength up. You look like you're about to die," Sonia remarked.

Sonia let go of Bea and reached for the item she had brought in and handed it to Bea. She took the item, which turned out to be a breakfast sandwich Sonia had put together. Bea looked up at Sonia and smiled.

"Thank you… for everything."

Sonia softly smiled before she ruffled Bea's hair and walked out of her cell, shutting the door behind her. Bea looked down at the sandwich. As she brought it to her mouth to take a bite, she stopped herself and stared at it instead. Bea looked back up towards the door and then towards her desk. She wrapped the sandwich again in the napkin and set it down on her bed. She stood up and walked over to sit at the chair at her desk. Bea grabbed a notebook and opened it up to a blank page before she grabbed a pen and began writing.

Sonia went into her cell and reached under the space beneath her bed, pulling out a roll of money and putting it in her pocket. As she walked out and was leaving H1, she ran into Maxine.

"Is she okay?" Maxine asked, looking towards Bea's cell.

"…Are you up for a charge?" Sonia asked, ignoring Maxine's question.

Maxine nodded. Sonia gestured with her head to go with her as the two walked out of H1.

…

Kaz walked into H3, stopping in the doorway of Allie's cell when she saw Bea sitting in her wheelchair in front of the window and looking down at Allie's hoodie.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to…" Kaz began.

"No, no come in. I was waiting for you," Bea interrupted, not looking up at Kaz.

Hesitantly, Kaz entered Allie's cell, slowly shutting the door behind her and leaning against it. Bea finally looked up, her bloodshot eyes and the dark circles underneath them startling Kaz.

"Fuck, Smith, when's the last time you slept?" Kaz asked.

"Ferguson's behind Allie's kidnapping," Bea responded, ignoring Kaz's question.

"Yeah… I figured just as much…" Kaz answered as she sat down on Allie's bed. "Did she tell you herself or…?"

Bea gripped Allie's hoodie with her right hand as she pulled the phone out of her left pocket, using it for a few seconds before handing it to Kaz. She took the phone and looked down at it to see Allie's picture, rage building up inside her as she gripped the phone.

"She said… She said she'd bring Allie back if I dropped the charges against her."

Kaz looked up at Bea, who continued to look down at Allie's hoodie.

"Look, Smith… As much as I want to believe that Allie is still… Ferguson knows how to play you. You don't know when these photos were…"

"Timestamp says they're from two days ago."

"…Have you shown these photos to anyone?"

"…Ferguson said that if she even suspected I was trying to plot against her that she'd… she'd get rid of Allie and… and I'm not about to take that chance."

"You have to show these to Bennett…"

"I can't. She's backed Stewart this entire time and I know he's involved with all this. I don't know who else Ferguson has on her side, but if I even go near the governor's office… I don't want to risk it."

"…Fuck… Fuck, Smith, you took the deal, didn't you?"

Bea kept looking at the hoodie. Kaz looked back down at the phone.

"Smith… If you don't testify, that's it for Ferguson. She'll walk free. Do you honestly trust her to follow through with her word? These things are from two days ago. She's had plenty of time to kill, bury, and… You cannot trust that woman. You should know that better than anyone by now. Allie's gone. You know Ferguson would never just let her go after everything that's happened, especially knowing the effect it would have on you. She wants you to implode. She wants you to self-destruct. You're playing right into her hands if you refuse to show up to the courthouse on the promise of Allie coming back… But she won't. Allie's not coming back, Smith… All you can do now is make sure that Ferguson pays for what she's done. You can keep her behind bars. You're the only one."

"Kaz… Kaz, I know Ferguson. I know she might be lying to me, but…"

"It's not a possibility, Smith. She would never keep Allie alive if it means…"

"If… If you're right… That doesn't change the fact that Ferguson won't let me make it to her trial. I can guarantee that."

"She wouldn't try to negotiate with you if she could just take you out."

"It's easier for her to try to cut a deal with me right now. Her plan A is me just not showing up out of my own accord. Plan B is stopping me no matter what. Obviously, A is easier for her, but B is always on the backburner."

"What, you think… You think she'd try to get rid of you now?"

"Of course. Look how easy it was to get Allie on the road. She has outside help. She has internal help. I won't make it to the courthouse no matter what."

"So what? So you're just gonna let her walk then? After everything she's done? Just… just let her get away with this?" Kaz asked, holding the phone up.

"I don't want her to get away with anything, but time and time again… That's all that's happened, Kaz. You don't know half the shit she's done to people in here that she's been able to get away with. I mean, she was even able to get out from underneath her hired gun. You think she'd actually face justice for kicking me in the back and driving a weapon into me that had accidentally impaled me? For trying to kill me in the laundry room when she walked out even more injured than I did?"

"You…You've got us on your side though. For fuck's sake, I'm putting my own ass out there for you. Ferguson isn't going to let Allie come back. She's using a dead body as leverage with you, and you're letting your emotions get the best of you."

"I promised Allie I'd care for her… I'd protect her… I would be with her."

"…Bea…"

"If you're right… If I failed to care for her, to protect her… I still want to be with her… I want to say goodbye to her… But no matter what, I'm going to get Ferguson to pay for everything she did to her, to you, to everyone who ever crossed her. I can't… I won't let her get away again."

"You don't have to…"

"Kaz, you need to understand that I have one last chance, one chance to get this right, to make sure there's no doubt that she can't be free, to make sure she can't lie her way out of it, to take her down once and for all. But I can't do this on my own. I need your help."

"…Look… Any day now, Bennett's gonna call you into her office to tell you that they've found Allie's body. I'm sorry, but you need to accept that Allie's gone. Ferguson would never keep her alive, regardless of your deal."

Bea looked back down at the hoodie she was holding. She lifted it up and folded it before setting it in her lap, placing both her hands over it as she looked down at the floor.

"D'you want to know how I found out that my daughter died?"

Kaz stared at Bea, a confused look on her face as she waited for Bea to continue.

"I was in H2 back then, before the fire. We were all listening to music, some of the girls, Boomer, Liz, Kim back when we got along, and you don't know Franky but you'd like her, were dancing. I was braiding Doreen's hair. A guard came to get me, said I was needed in medical. I thought I'd done something wrong… Left the unit only to be greeted by the governor and Jackson who told me to go with them to medical. There was something about them… I just stood there, frozen. They wouldn't tell me what was wrong, kept saying I had to go to medical, that it was a personal matter. I asked if it had to do with Debbie. They wouldn't answer. They wouldn't tell me if she was okay. They took me into a medical holding cell and told me that they'd found a syringe by her bed, a needle mark in her arm… I tried calling home to talk to Debbie, and Harry… All Harry could say was he found her. I asked where she was. He said he didn't know. He said the hospital told him to go home, that there was nothing more they could do… And she was all alone… I couldn't be with my little girl… Not then, not at her funeral… I was only able to be with her when I escaped to kill Brayden. I went to the cemetery… I went to apologize to her because… because I failed to be there for her when she needed me."
Bea finally looked up at Kaz, who was quietly crying as she listened to Bea.

"I'm not gonna wait for another guard to walk into my unit and ask me to go to medical."

Kaz wiped the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand. She sniffled and looked down at the phone before turning to face Bea.

"Tell me what you need me to do."

…

Jake walked into Vera's office to find she was not there. He shut the door behind him and looked around the office as he took a deep breath. Jake was about to take a seat in front of the desk when he stopped and looked at the governor's chair. He walked around the desk and sat down in it, slowly spinning in the chair as he waited for Vera to show up. When Vera finally came into the office, she was amused at the sight of Jake in her chair.

"I think this chair suits me, don't you, Governor?" Jake grinned.

Vera smiled and shut the door behind her. She walked over and crossed her arms as she stood in front of the desk, slowly bobbing her head.

"Maybe at another facility," Vera laughed.

Jake laughed and stood up from the chair, walking around the desk and standing in front of Vera.

"I just wanted to stop by and tell you I had a great time last night, Vera," Jake softly spoke.

"I did too," Vera said as she looked down at the floor.

"Would you like to do it again tonight? Unless you're bored of me already."

"No, of course not," Vera laughed. "I'd love to… Uhmm, how about we go to my place this time? I'm happy to cook for you to repay you for last night."

"Sounds great."

Jake stepped away from Vera and headed for the door. Vera bit down on her lip before her phone ringing shook her out of her daze.

…

Kaz walked into the kitchen with two of her crewmembers behind her. They approached Tina who was chopping vegetables near the sink. Kim turned around and nudged Tina when she saw Kaz's crewmember push the camera towards the ceiling with a mop.

"What do you want?" Tina asked, not letting go of the knife.

"Relax," Kaz began as she looked behind Tina. "We just wanted to see what was on the menu."

"The same shit in three different colors, now piss off," Tina responded.

Mel walked over to the sink and crouched down to open the cabinet door, beginning to grab gloves and shove them into her pockets as Kim watched her. Kaz stepped over to Tina and looked at the vegetables as she leaned forward on the counter. Tina turned to the side and watched as Kaz placed a roll of bills on the counter, which Tina eagerly covered with her own hand.

"My mistake. Plenty of more choices on our secret menu," Tina smiled as she placed the roll of bills in her pocket. "What would you like?"

"I need a special ingredient added to a meal," Kaz spoke as she turned to look around the kitchen.

"Whose meal?"

"Ferguson's."

Tina looked at Kim, who raised her eyebrows and smiled.

…

Jake walked towards C3, carrying Ferguson's meal tray. He relieved the current officer on duty and walked into her cell, shutting the door behind him. She was calmer than she had been that morning.

"Your dinner," Jake said as he handed her the tray.

Ferguson took the tray and set it down on the bed next to her. He leaned against her desk as he watched her eat.

"So… Are you going to tell me what was going on with you this morning?" Jake asked.

Ferguson continued eating, ignoring Jake's question.

"You said you wouldn't hurt Smith. If I hadn't walked in, you and me both would be in the shit right now."

"You can rest easy now. Smith agreed to not appear in court tomorrow, which means you are in the clear as well," Ferguson quietly spoke.

"What, you're just gonna trust her word?"

"While I am certain that she would keep her word given the hope to have Allie back, it never hurts to have a backup plan."

"Which is what exactly?"

"Your men intercept the correct van this time."

"What?"

"Should Smith leave this prison in the morning, your men will stop her from making it to the courthouse."

"How… How will they know to stop her?"

"If it comes down to it, you will accompany her and keep your men informed. I'm sure Vera would be more than happy to let you escort Smith to the courthouse."

"…They're going to need payment up front…"

"Which you will happily cover and which I will happily pay you back once I am freed from this hellhole."

"I don't have that kind of…"

"I highly doubt Smith's kidnapping would cost more than Allie's murder, Jake."

"…Wait… Wait so… you wanted Allie killed but you just want Bea kidnapped?"

"I want to see her suffer, and quite honestly I've waited much too long to have anyone take that away from me. So tomorrow you will keep an eye on her, and should she leave this prison for any reason, make sure to set her aside for me."

There was a knock on the door. Jake opened it to see that Lawson had arrived for the last shift to watch over Ferguson.

"Everything all right?" Lawson asked as he looked from Jake to Ferguson.

"Yeah, just bringing Ferguson her dinner," Jake responded as he walked out of the cell.

"Take care, Mr. Stewart," Ferguson responded before continuing to eat.

Jake walked out of the unit. Once she had finished eating, Ferguson handed the tray to Lawson before shutting the door to her cell. He placed it on the table in the common area and went to stand next to Ferguson's door, taking a deep breath as he looked at the clock.

…

Jake made his way outside to the car park. He entered his car and drove out onto the road towards his house. As he drove home, he stopped at a light and checked his phone to see a message from Vera, giving him her address and letting him know she was excited to see him soon. Jake replied with a smiley face before shoving his phone inside his pocket.

When Jake finally arrived home, he pulled his car into the garage and parked, leaving the engine on as he watched the garage door close behind him in the mirror. Jake took a deep breath and shut off the car. He reached for the bag he carried with him to work, setting it down in his lap and beginning to search through it. As he was doing so, a baseball bat smashed through his window.

"FUCK!" Jake yelled out as the bat nearly struck him in the face.

Vic unlocked the door and threw it open, moving back to allow Turk the freedom to drag Jake out of his car and push him up against it, holding a gun to his head.

"So, funny story," Turk began. "Ol' Vic and me were trying to take care of another job, and to our surprise, guess who we find still rotting away in our warehouse?"

"Turk, I was looking for my phone and was just about to call you…"

"You see this?" Turk asked, pointing towards his bandaged ear. "Your little cunt did this to me and paid for it, so now it's time to collect from you."

"We want the rest of our money, Jake," Vic added as he brought his bat down on the windshield of Jake's car.

"Just… Just please give me a little more time! I… I have another job for you guys and…"

"YOU'VE HAD ENOUGH TIME!" Turk screamed as he took the safety off the gun.

"Please! Please, Turk! Please don't!" Jake cried. "I'll… I'll get you the rest of the money tonight but…"

"You have until ten, and I swear if you try to skip out on us…"

"No, no, no! No, I won't! I just… I just need a little time to get it, but you'll get it tonight! And, and you can make double the money if you guys do one more job for me tomorrow, huh? What do you say, fellas?" Jake sheepishly asked, looking from Turk to Vic.

Vic and Turk looked at each other. Vic nodded, and Turk lowered the gun.

"We'll be at the warehouse. If you're not there by…"

"I'm right behind you guys, I promise! I'm on my way to get the money now, and, and, and then I'll head your way."

Turk placed the gun in the back of his pants before slapping Jake lightly on the face and laughing. He walked towards the garage door and pulled it open, as Vic walked by Jake and spooked him, causing Jake to flinch. Turk and Vic walked out of the garage cackling. Jake watched them leave as he slid down the car to the floor, pulling his hair then rubbing his face.

…

"Head count!" Miles called out as she stepped into H1.

Sonia, Maxine, Boomer, Doreen, and Liz all stood next to their doors. Miles marked them off one by one before she stopped outside Bea's cell. Miles peeked inside the door window and saw Bea wrapped in her blanket turned towards the wall, her red hair peeking out over the blanket and her wheelchair in front of the window.

"Smith?" Miles asked, tapping on the window.

"She wasn't feeling well after dinner, Ms. Miles. She came back and just passed out," Maxine said as she walked to stand next to Miles.

Miles looked back inside and nodded before marking Bea off on her roster and heading towards the unit gate. She walked out and closed it behind her, locking it as she wished everyone a good night. The women all went to sit down in the common area, as Liz turned on the television.

"I hope Bea's okay," Doreen said.

"She'll be fine," Sonia responded as she rolled down her sleeves.

…

Lawson returned to C3 after his break, stepping inside the unit and walking towards Ferguson's cell. He walked by her door, quickly glancing inside before stopping in his tracks. Lawson walked back to look inside her door's window, not seeing her anywhere in the cell. He opened the door and walked inside, looking behind the door then back towards the bed, confused and agitated to find that she was not there.

"Oh shit…"

Before he could finish his thought, Lawson was knocked out by a hammer to the back of his head, falling face first to the floor. Bea threw the hammer on Ferguson's bed and reached for one of Ferguson's sweaters, wrapping it around Lawson's eyes and tying it behind his head. She bent down and grabbed his handcuffs, taking both his hands and securing the cuffs to them behind his back. Bea grabbed a towel from Ferguson's bed and rolled it up before she bent over and placed it over his mouth, making sure that he was biting down on it before tying it behind his head. She took Lawson's radio and popped out the back, taking the batteries out of it and hiding them in the openings of the curtains before hiding the radio in Ferguson's pillowcase. Bea adjusted her latex gloves and the bandana that covered her entire face except for her eyes and pulled her hood down as far as she could to cover her forehead. She took Lawson's swipe card and his keys before she walked out of the cell and shut the door behind her.

Bea walked out of C3 and closed the gate. She made her way down the halls back to H block, rushing but taking extreme caution to elude any cameras and avoid any officers. She made it to H3 and swiped the card to unlock the unit. Kaz and her two crewmembers emerged from their cells, all wearing latex gloves Mel had taken from the kitchen, their faces completely covered except for their eyes. They all shut their doors behind them as they walked towards the exit, one of the crewmembers carrying a broom. Bea handed the swipe card and keys to Kaz, who walked out of H3 with her crewmembers ahead of her before shutting the gate behind her and disappearing around the corner. Bea walked into Allie's cell and stood behind the door as she waited.

…

Kaz and her crewmembers maneuvered the halls, pushing any cameras they encountered towards the ceiling, avoiding the officers who were on night duty, all the way to the administrative offices. Kaz swiped the card to throw open the door to the security room, letting her crew run in first to grab the officer who had his back turned to them and quickly cover his mouth. Kaz shut the door and rushed to them, standing next to the officer and holding a syringe to his throat.

"Disable the cameras and the radio comm system or you won't walk out of here alive tonight," Kaz ordered in a low voice.

The terrified officer quickly nodded his head before leaning forward to use the computer as he shook. Kaz looked up at the monitors to see them all go from live feeds to static. She turned back towards the officer.

"Good boy. Now override the security gates," Kaz demanded.

The guard nervously shook his head as Kaz's crewmember slowly removed her hand from his mouth.

"No, I, I can't do that, I'll…"

"Do it now. All of them, internal and external," Kaz gritted through her teeth as she brought the syringe to touch the officer's skin.

"I'll, I'll be…"

"DO IT!"

"Okay! Okay! Please just… Please don't hurt me!"

"NOW!"

The officer turned back towards his computer, his hands trembling as he used it. Kaz turned towards her crewmembers and nodded.

"Where do you keep the guns?"

…

Maxine, Boomer, Liz, and Doreen all turned their eyes towards the hall when they heard the unit gate unlocking. They all rose up from their seats in the common area. The commotion outside their unit began not ten seconds after the internal security gates had been unlocked with dozens of inmates now running through the halls.

"Sonia, it's time!" Liz called out.

Sonia walked out of her cell, for the first time wearing a prison-issued uniform, her face covered by a bandana, her hair hidden underneath her jacket's hood.

"I must admit I look good in teal," Sonia said as she adjusted her latex gloves and headed over to Bea's cell.

Maxine opened the door and they both walked inside. Sonia sat down in the wheelchair and put her hands in her pockets as Maxine grabbed the handles of the wheelchair. Boomer pulled open the gate and stepped aside to allow Maxine and Sonia to exit the unit. Boomer, Liz, and Doreen all walked into Bea's cell. Liz walked towards the bed and pulled back the blanket to reveal a pile of sweaters, pants, and pillows along the length of the bed and a wig that had been dyed red resting atop Bea's pillow. Liz took the wig and handed it to Boomer, who left the cell and went back into her own, sitting in front of the toilet and beginning to rip the wig apart and drop it inside. Liz and Doreen began to grab Bea's clothing articles and fold them, placing them back on her shelves.

With the gates to all the blocks within the prison unlocked, the inmates went insane. They took advantage and grabbed clothing or pillowcases that would cover their hair and faces as they ran out of their units to experience the adrenaline, to enjoy the opportunity to go a little crazy while they could, to join the other women who ran through the halls screaming and celebrating their false freedom. The inmates rushed the halls, heading for other blocks, for the yards, for the kitchen, for the medical unit, for any place beyond their own cold, confining units.
The officers scattered to try to contain the situation, but they soon realized they were at a loss as to what to do as the prisoners stampeded towards them, pushing them back and knocking them down. The radios of the officers had become bricks, and no matter how many times they pressed the duress signals, no alarms would sound. Some officers reached for their pepper sprays before having them knocked out of their hands or stolen, some officers were robbed of their swipe cards and keys, some officers hid in the empty units, and some officers had no choice but to run with the hordes of prisoners, hoping to reach the safety of the administrative offices.

Her face and hair covered now as well, Maxine rushed and pushed Sonia in Bea's wheelchair towards C3, a task that proved a bit difficult as the other inmates were coming and going in all directions. Once they arrived at C3, Maxine pushed Sonia all the way to the spare cell and shut the door behind them once they were inside.

"Any trouble?" Bea asked as she watched Sonia stand from the chair.

"Other than the women all going fucking crazy, no," Maxine responded.

Bea nodded and gestured with her head towards the bed, where an unconscious Ferguson was lying, her hair covered by her jacket's hood, her face hidden by a bandana. Between the three of them, they lifted and sat Ferguson down in the wheelchair.

"Okay, get to transport, and I'll be right behind you," Bea ordered.

Maxine nodded and pulled Ferguson out of the cell. Bea reached into her pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. She took Sonia's hand in hers.

"Sonia, if I don't come back…"

"Don't say that…"

"No, please listen. If I don't make it back, please read this at the courthouse. And again, thank you. Thank you for all you've done for me."

Sonia took the paper from Bea and nodded before placing it in her pocket. Bea hugged her and Sonia hugged her back tightly. Bea pulled away from Sonia and headed towards the door.

"Take care, Bea."

Bea stopped and turned around for a second, nodding and softly smiling before rushing out of the unit into the chaos. Sonia stood in front of the mirror and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. She walked out of the cell and looked inside the cell of the only other C3 inmate to see it was empty. She peeked inside Ferguson's cell and saw the unconscious officer. Sonia reached into the back of her pants and pulled out the screwdriver she had taken from Bea's tackboard before quietly stepping into the cell.
Sonia tiptoed over the officer and walked towards the window. She raised the screwdriver and began to carve Jianna's name into the glass. Content with scratching it into enough places in the windows, Sonia pulled the curtains closed. She turned towards the bed and lifted the sheet, burying the screwdriver inside the mattress before she walked out and quietly shut the door behind her.

…

Some officers managed to make it to the administrative offices, only to be greeted by prisoners ransacking the area. Some officers ran towards the staffroom to try to get ahold of their cellphones, but likewise arrived to find masked inmates tearing the room apart. Seeing the officers walk in, the inmates yelled and jeered at them, many chasing the officers out of the staffroom and administrative offices.

Maxine arrived at the transport area and met up with Kaz and her crew before they all ran together towards a transport van. Bea caught up to them not five seconds later. Mel opened the back of the van as Maxine and Kaz's crewmember picked Ferguson up out of the wheelchair and pushed her inside the back of the van. Mel folded the chair and placed it in the back of the van as well. Kaz handed the guard's swipe card, keys, and van keys to Bea, all of which Bea shoved inside her pockets.

"Gate's open," Kaz said as she watched Maxine and Mel close the van doors. "And if Tina's right about the dosage in her food, you've still got about an hour left before Ferguson starts to come to but… just in case…"

Kaz pulled a syringe out of her pocket and handed it to Bea who hesitated at first but took it and placed it in her pocket.

"Boomer's leading a group out but from what I saw, I think a lot of the women are just running out on their own," Maxine added.

"Thank you all so much," Bea said, looking around at all the women.

Maxine stepped forward and hugged Bea. Kaz stepped forward and held out a handgun to Bea. Bea looked up at Kaz.

"Six shots. Make 'em count, Smith" Kaz said as she saw the concern in Bea's eyes.

Bea nodded and took the handgun, before looking Kaz in the eyes.

"You look after my girls," Bea said, her voice cracking.

"You know I will," Kaz nodded.

The women all turned towards the prison gate when they heard the screams of inmates coming closer and closer. Bea ran around to the driver's side of the van and shoved the key into the ignition, starting the vehicle, flooring the gas, and driving through the garage opening. She turned to look for a second in the mirror to see the teal mob of women running out of the prison gate and garage in all directions. Bea turned back towards the road and drove past the deserted security booth, through the open gate, out onto the road, and into the night.