I grin as I lay back in my uncomfortable prison Cot.

Today was very successful. Not only did I manage to make friends with Locus, And Official friends with Felix and Sharkface. But I also chatted up with the blue gang some more and found out that one of the red guys might be the ones, sneaking in contraband.

I hear footsteps and lean up to see Felix entering the cell.

So essentially, the prison worked like this. At 9 in the morning our cells are opened for breakfast. They stay open all day, We all can then go to the food court, recreational centers, outside, or the showers. Then at 9 at night. We all have to be in our cells for count, and then Lockdown. Simple. Easy to remember.

"Hey Felix." I greet laying back down. "Sup Black?"

"Boredom. Complete utter fucking boredom." I hear chuckling. And before I know it he's clambered onto my bunk. I edge away. "Geeze. Personal space mean anything to you?" He rolls his eyes. "Calm Down Jesus. You're such a girl."

I swallow lightly at his comment. "Eheh. Right, sorry."

His eyebrow twitches lightly. As if he'd picked up on my awkwardness. But he doesn't say anything as he readjusts to sit cross legged.

"So, let's not be bored. Why are you in here?" He asks. Green eyes staring intently at me.

"Well. I robbed a bank." I deadpan. He continues to stare at me. Before frowning. "That it? That all you going to give me? I robbed a bank? Christ, you're boring. Give me details!"

I jerk back lightly. "Heheheh, alright alright. Um well." I frown, trying to quickly think up a convincing, and cool lie.

"Alright well. I'd been scoping the place out for weeks. I had the guard schedule down to a science. They always took five minutes to change shifts at 8 in the morning, midday, and seven at night. So, around 11:56 I enter the place. Me and my partner, uh, Ralf. We go in. He's covering as a distraction. He pretends to have a heart attack. I dive behind the workroom door, snag a large key ring, and I move through the building. I pull on a ski mask. That's when I see the vault."

I'd taken on a serious dramatic tone of voice as I spoke. My hands dancing at my sides in an expressive way. Felix looked on in a mix of interest, awe, and scepticism.

"I try the first key. It doesn't work. Then the second. The second one sets off some sort of alarm. I curse and I try the third. Success! Then I run in with my duffel. Grabbing huge wads of cash. Before, with my bag full. I run out. Ralf runs to join me and we're outside the doors in seconds. We get in the car, and drive away. A perfect heist."

He nods approvingly before asking, "So how'd you get caught?"

I look down. "Oh uh, ran a red light. Cops pulled us over. We got busted."

He snorts. "Nice." I shrug and scoot so my back is leaned against the wall at the head of the bed. And my feet are bent in front of me. "You?" I ask. He chuckles darkly, shaking his head.

"I, was a mercenary. Yea I know that look you're giving me." I look away ashamed. Not realizing I had made a shocked face. He continued, his hands dancing about in an interpretative dance of sorts as he spoke. "I'm a heartless killer, I kill for cash. Well, I was employed by the US government. A necessary evil they called us. That is, until we were unnecessary. And what do you do, with two mercenaries with extensive knowledge of the government? Throw them in jail until they hopefully rot away from memory."

I frown. "Geeze. I'm so sorry." I reach out a hand to touch his shoulder, he gives me an incredulous look that stops me in my tracks. Making me reach up to scratch the back of my head innocently.

"Don't be. Not your fault. Just this fucked up system."

I think back on his words from before stating. "You said two mercenaries."

He nods, "Yeah Locus. We're partners. Even if we don't always get along."

"Ehem." We turn and look to see Washington. I wave. "Sup?" I greet. He shrugs, "Nothing. Just, making sure I wasn't intruding on anything- Personal."

I shake my head, Felix snorts hopping off the bed. "As if."

Wash grabs a book from his shelf and lays back in his bed. Opening it and bringing a pencil down to write.

Suddenly angry stomping loudly sounded, Sharkface stormed in and grabbed Washington by the collar of his jumper. "The fuck do you think you we're doing?! HUH?!"

Felix moves in, "Woah woah man. Take it easy."

I swing my legs off the bed and perch uneasily on the edge. "What's going on?" I demand. Sharkface only growls and grabs Washington harder. Slamming his back into the bed posts behind him.

"Fucking Blondie here. Has been talking to those FREELANCER trash!" Felix Backs away, as if knowing something I don't. I hop off the bed trying to defuse the situation. "Woah okay. I'm sure there's an explanation. First, why don't. You tell me why you don't like them."

Washington was all but forgotten as Sharkface drops him and wheels around on me. "Why I don't Like THEM? oh no, I don't just, not like them. I LOATHE THEM. All of them. They did THIS TO ME!?" He gestures wildly at his scarred body, and points to his broken face and glass black eye.

"Those PIECES OF SHIT. DID THIS TO ME. AND KILLED MY FUCKING. FRIENDS. THEN WHEN I GOT THROWN IN HERE, LOOKING FOR A LITTLE PAYBACK, THEY SEEMED TO FOLLOW ME. That's why, I don't LIKE THEM. BLACK." at the words Like them, he grabs my jacket lifts me and shoves me backwards. Sending me skidding so the backs of my calves hit the toilet.

"So why don't you, FUCK OFF. AND GO BACK TO YOUR BUNK. HUH?!" He snarls. Anger coursing through him before returning To Washington. Grabbing him by the throat.

"YOU. IF I SEE YOU, OR FIND OUT. That you've talked to any, of those cunts again. I will kill you in your sleep. Understand?!"

Wash nods. Sharkface then drops him distastefully before moving back to his bunk beneath mine. Wash paws gently at his throat, massaging it lightly.

"Well. That was a fun bonding activity." Felix chirps.

We all give him looks.

I'm trodding around silently. Its around 8:30 at night. Only a half jour before lockdown.

I was hoping that perhaps I could find some of the red guys, and see what I could do about discovering if it was, in fact them, sneaking stuff in.

But at this point I was just lost. And trying to find my way back to my cellblock.

Faces I didn't know stared out at me from inside cells. Some curious. Others angry. I swallow up my nervousness and walk slightly faster in what I hope to be the right direction.

"You lost boy?"

I turn to see a tall dark haired man staring at me cross armed. His hair was gelled down smoothly, and he had a very fancy waxed mustache. "Um, yes actually. Could you help me find Cell block C?"

He stares a good few seconds longer before smiling. "Sure thing." I noticed his deep voice was laced heavily with a thick British Accent. "The names Reginald. And you?" He moves to walk by my side leading me through the unfamiliar cell block. "Black. Vanta Black." He nods,"Very nice. Well, Vanta. How did you come to find yourself so far from C block? All the way into the freelancer territory?"

I freeze pausing to look at him. "Wait, what? This is freelancer territory?! I can't be here!"

I move to walk faster, thinking if Sharkface's hatred for them. And what he'd do if he found out I was here. But Reginald's arm flies out and catches my arm.

"And what would be the problem, if this was?" He asks slowly. I can almost taste the tension. Judging by the look he was making he's either friends with them, or IS one of them.

"Um. Nothing, nothing at all, I just, I have to go. Thanks anyway." I try to leave but he doesn't loosen his hold. "Now now, don't be rude. You're gonna judge us before you even know us?" I shake my head. "No it's not that. It's just, my cellmate will literally kill me for talking to any of the freelancers."

Reginald pauses before laughing. "Well, you've already talked to me. What could possibly go wrong with meeting the others."

"Knock knock good chaps." Reginald speaks entering. A bunch of men inside look up. I immediately feel daunted by the sheer size of them all. Let alone their muscles. And then there was the biggest guy out of all of them.

He was bald, and currently shirtless. Sitting on a cot and watching with Brown almost black eyes. I notice the top of some kind of tattoo on the back of his head. He also is sporting some heavy scar tissue at the base of his thick strong neck.

Then there's the other men. One, a very, very dashingly attractive man With brown styled hair. He crosses his arms seeing me. I notice a scar cutting through his left eye that was white with blindness. Beside him was a platinum blonde man, with soft blue eyes and a small growth of hair under his bottom lip. He smiles kindly seeing me enter.

And finally, there was a Guy with a Dark, Cobalt blue, bandana around his forehead. And long. Brown hair that fell around his shoulders. He waved kindly.

"Wyoming, who's this?" Asked the one eyed man.

Reginald, or Wyoming; I guess is his gang name. Pushes me forward lightly. "Meet Vanta Black. I met this shy chap walking through the cell blocks. Bloke lost his way."

The one eyed man makes a thoughtful face before reaching a hand out for me t shake. "I'm York. New York. This here," He gestures to the blonde man. "This is North Dakota. We just call him North. The big guy over there is Maine. He doesn't talk much. And the guy on that top bunk over there, that's Florida. We're the freelancers."

I nod. "Right. Well. I'd love to get to know you all. I really would. But, My cellmate really. Really doesn't approve of anyone talking to you guys. And uh, oh. It's also only Ten minutes until lockdown. And I still don't know where I am."

York makes a slight face but nods. "It's alright. And Since most people like us, I'm taking it your talking about Sharkface?"

I glance up at him and Nod. He chuckles understandingly. "That's alright. We'll have to chat again sometime though. Get to know each other. For now, here I'll tell you how to get back to your bunk."

"No need. I'll take him."

We all jerk around to see Locus standing at the door to the cell. I feel my stomach drop. If he tells Sharkface. I'm so dead.

"Oh. Locus. I didn't realize he was with you." Some of the men were edging backwards. Locus steps in. "Well now you do. Come on." He grabs my shoulder and we both walk out.

As we leave I turn to him. "Locus I am so sorry,I didn't go in there on purpose that one guy he made me and-" "Shut up. It's fine. I saw everything." I let out a breath of relief. "You're, you're not gonna tell Sharkface are you?" I ask worriedly. He pauses from his long strides and looks down at me. Blue eyes burning deeply into my amber.

"No. Because I understand you." I frown, he keeps walking. "What do you mean understand me?"

He doesn't look at me as he speaks. "I understand how you work. You're small. Smaller than most men. But still, you're pretty strong. Decently trained in self defense. You choose your battles wisely. Each one of them is twice your size. You knew resisting could provoke a fight. I understand you. But that shit isn't going to work in prison."

We step through a set of doors to another cell block. Block B.

"What do you mean?" I ask nervously. He casts me a glance from the corner of his eye. "I mean, laying low. Picking fights wisely. Its inconstant. In prison there's two types of people. The ones in charge. And the ones you step on. You can't be both."

I swallow. His strong words resounding in me. "Can you teach me?" He pauses. Slowly turning his head to glance at me. "What are we women? No. Learn on your own."

I look down, ashamed. "Oh. Alright." Suddenly his hand flies up to smack the back of my head hard. "Ow! What the fuck!" I growl. Glaring up at him.

"You were letting me step on you." I glare, "That doesn't mean you-" I pause. Eyes widening. "Ooohh." His normally stoick face cracks a small smirk. "See ya around kid." He pats my head a starts walking away. "I'm not a kid! And what about taking me to my cell!?"

He turns around, lifting an eyebrow at me and pointing behind me. I turn to see my cell. Cell 42. "Oh. Right. Thanks." I say awkwardly. Walking in.

When I slowly wake, I notice cool air wafting over my back. I frown, still sleepy and move to pull my shirt down. As I do, my hands brush against someone else's warm ones. "The fuck?" I mumble turning my head around.

Washington was leaning on my bunk, Pulling my shirt up lightly. "The fuck are you doing aswhipe?" I demand. He looks up. "Oh, sorry. I noticed your tattoo and wanted to get a better look." I frown, if he pulls my shirt up any higher he'll see my binder. And that cannot happen. "Get the fuck away from me. Fag." I snap kicking backwards. He jostles away. Hands held in surrender.

"Geese! Alright alright, sorry. You are not a morning person. Got it."

I huff angrily and turn back over pulling my sheets tighter to me. "Don't you fucking forget it."

When I wake up again, Wash is gone. Felix too. The only one left was Sharkface, who was doing crunches by the door to the cell.

"You know. You sleep like a woman." He says suddenly. I pause, "Excuse me?" He chuckles. "You heard me. You sleep like a woman. All wrapped up in your blankets, curled in a little ball. You hardly move around. Hell you don't even snore. Just like a woman." I frown, thinking if a good com back.

"Um. Well of course I do." He throws me a look. "Because, everyone knows. Girls prefer men, who don't hog the whole bed. Or snore. So I'm just used to pleasing my ladies."

I cross my arms and throw a smug look. He rolls his eye and returns to working out. "Whatever you say. I'm still convinced your just in the closet."

I snort. But then the urge to pee takes over me and I decide to get out of bed. I pad silently through the room. Slipping on my prison sneakers, as I sleep with socks already on.

"Where you goin?" Sharkface asks curiously. I glance down at him. "Bathroom. Plus, I think I might shower." He nods. "Cool. I might take one later."

I nod. "See ya." Before padding away. As I make my way through the prison I'm able to spot a few more faces that I know. Waving politely at them I continue on my journey to the bathroom.

Standing at the door is Andersmith. I smile, no one around I walk up to him.

"Hey." I greet. He glances around. "Hey. What are you here for?" "Bathroom. And shower, say. You don't think there's a way I could lock the bathroom door so I could take a shower in piece do you?" He smiles. "That's why I've been standing out here." I grin. "Awe your a life saver."

He shrugs."I try. It should be empty now. You can go in and do your business. Try and keep it under ten minutes alright?" I nod. "Certainly." Before striding in.

The door thuds shut behind me, and I hear a series of clicks as he locks it.

Sighing contently I make my way to the toilet. Squatting as I had done before, and then walking out. Peeling off my prison jumpers. And setting them on the sink I head over to a shower stall. Some soap AMD a thing of shampoo had been left. I guess that'll have to do until I'm able to purchase things from the in prison store.

As I pull off the ridiculous tight binder I let out a very unmanly moan. Feeling full breaths enter my lungs, that I hadn't noticed before were being restricted. And breasts popping back. I stand there and revel at the fact I had feeling again.

Before indulging in a nice, long, way more than ten minutes, shower.

::Author Note::

Well hello everyone.

The votes are, Completely tied. Everyone has one vote. Except, for Tucker who has pulled ahead to two votes.

Remember you can vote anytime, on any chap. You have one vote per chap. So one person can vote as many times as they like, just on different chapters.

Please tell me what you'd like to see happen. This is as reader friendly as possible.

Also, Maine has been added to the list. ALSO! LOVE TRIANGLES ARE OKAY!

If you want there to be some drama, and have two guys find out her secret and fall in love. All you've gotta do, is Vote with both their names.

Here's a recap of who you can Vote for

Wash

Felix

Sharkface

Locus

Church

Tucker

York

North

Maine

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