I stare at the ceiling. Eyes scouring the cracked tan surface. Sharkface's steady breathing acting as a calming focus point for me as I sunk into deep thought.

I didn't want to believe it. Simply for the helpless position it would put me in. But- I knew for certain. That Andersmith, was the infiltrator. There's no possible reason. No imaginable coincidence that could possibly explain this.

He found out who Whizz was. And then he killed him.

Now the question rings in my mind. 'Was I next?'

"Hey Vee."

I open my eyes I hadn't realized had fallen shut. Rolling over to stick my head out of my curtained bed to look down at my mohawked friend. "Yeah Felix?" I ask carefully.

A moment later he's crawled up to stick his head in my bunk. "We need to talk." He says seriously.

I cock an eyebrow. Gesturing lightly at the exposed bed to my side. With a quick shake of his head he drops off the bed. "No. Not here." I pick up the subtle look he throws to Sharkface's bunk.

I cautiously roll out of my bed. Small socked feet plopping lightly against the concrete floors. He casts a look at them. A small look of amusement crossing his face. "You know Black, they say a man with small feet has a small-" "Let me stop you there. If only to say I don't need to defend my masculinity to you." I growl, trying to deepen my voice. He rolls his eyes. Before striding out.

I follow him swiftly. Trying not to glance at his ass as he moved through the halls and corridors with purpose.

I quickly found we were in a part of the prison I'd never been in before.

We head out a door to the outside. I squint lightly at bright sunlight as Isaac leads me towards a large glass building. In moments we were there, and he lifts a broad corner of the plexi glass door. Gesturing me in.

I give him a suspicious look. But walk through. He was my friend. And I could trust him.

"What is this place?" "Old greenhouse. From back in the 80's when this place grew its own food. Now its delivered, and the directors to cheap to tear it out."

I glance around. Thick, dusty glass. Cracked in some parts. And filled in with thick white frames. Large long shelves ran along the entire interior. The back wall was stacked with pots. Mostly broken. And old bags of potting soil. Turned sand from the years.

Dirty light filtered through the cracked glass ceiling, particles of dust flitting about.

"Its very, aesthetic."I chirp. As I move to turn around an look at my partner. Im shoved backwards into the wall with a pinning me by my shoulders. A old rusty trout in hand. One side shining silver from obvious sharpening. Held to my throat.

"Felix!" I gasp in fear. His green eyes narrow at me.

"Give me a reason not to. You lying cop."

My eyes widen for the briefest of moments. I go defend myself and deny this claim, but by the harsh increase of pressure to my neck. I knew he'd seen it, and any further denial was useless.

"Because. We're friends?" I say softly. He growls and narrows his eyes at me.

"Friends? FRIENDS?! You've been lying to me, to us from the start! Fucking cop. What's wrong with you man?!"

Man. He didn't know that secret of mine.

"Felix let me explain-"I say. He throws me a dangerous look. Suddenly sharp pain spasms out from my throat. And I feel warmth pooling down.

"SHIT!" He says in shock. Dropping the trowel.

I don't hesitate to take advantage of the situation. With a sharp jab to his ribs, I lunge forth to send him flying on his back. I move to straddle him beneath me, hand darting to grab the sharpened gardening tool.

Everything falls he looks up from under me. My hands clutching the shovel. In a position to stab should I need to. He narrows his eyes up at me.

"You gonna kill me?"

"I don't want to. But if you give me no other choice."

A few more moments of silence pass.

"Why are you here?" Isaac asks.

I look down at him. A man I called friend. No, I still call friend.

I drop the shovel throwing it a good four feet. A show of trust. I move slowly off him. Hands held in a gesture of submission.

"Because. This prison is corrupt. The guards are twisted, and one of them. Is sneaking in contraband-" "well yeah obviously that's all pri-" "To build a bomb Felix."

He stops short. Looking at me in shock." My partner. Who was the only one who knew about me. Andersmith. I think he's the one who's sneaking it in. I also think he killed Whizz. Another cop."

Felix looks up at me. Propped on his elbows, still on the floor. "Well shit."

"Yeah. Shit."

We had a plan.

Well. We had an idea. A really, fucking stupid idea.

"Stupid brilliant." I glare at Felix. His face one of snugness.

"No. Just stupid." He crosses his arms. "Don't see you coming up with anything else. Cop!" My eyes widen an I lean forward to slap a hand over his mouth.

We were seated in the cafeteria. Eating a 'Wholesome, and delicious. Nutritional meal.' As if. My sarcasm I just exhibited tastes better.

He narrows his eyes mischievously at me from over my hand. "Whormpwhormpwhummphmufffmmakk" he mumbles under my hand. I roll my eyes and lift my hand off. "What?"

"I said. Didn't know you were into that Black." He chides with a smirk. I shake my head with a sigh. A small smile crossing my face.

"Fucking Moron."

"THIS moron. Gave YOU your big idea so why don't you suck my co-" I slap my hand over his mouth once more.

He was right. He did give me A decent plan. The inmate that was building the bomb was Inmate O'Malley. Aka Omega. And other than Andersmith, none of the other guards knew my position. So even IF I managed to get proof of Andersmith and O'Malley. I still had no way of getting the news to the director.

So, I would need to get to the bomb. And show it directly to an official. That might work out for me. If I'm not shot on sight for being a prisoner with a fucking bomb.

Oh, and there's the getting INTO the heavily guarded, solitary facility.

For that Felix suggested I be a 'bad boy'.

Felix. His help didn't come without a small strand of malintent. He was still pissed, and rightly so. But he was hiding it.

Gotta admit though. The occasional slips of poutyness, and such. Were kinda sexy.

Don't judge me.

Suddenly hot wet sticky spit was gushing between my fingers. I squeak and rip my hand off Felix's mouth. He chuckles. Wiping his mouth off. "Ya know. When you get in there. You gotta find Locus. See how he's doing."

I pause and look at Felix. He was right. Locus, all alone in there. And because of me.

I nod. Felix's eyes darken. "So what happens. If you do what you do? If you succeed?"

I look into his green eyes. Pupils dilated with deep calculating thought.

I shrug. "I go home I guess. Return to my normal life."

He stares at me a moment longer. "Normal life. Right." Before starting to stand. I see the broken expression that falls over his face like a sheet.

Oh was in for life.

I jerk forward in a sudden movement. Grabbing his arm tightly. He looks at me. "Felix. If I can. I'm going to get you guys out. I promise."

He looks at my hand. "Don't promise me something if you can't hold up to it." Before pulling away and walking off.

I pout. Such an emotional man.

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I walk slowly threw the long walkways. Heading towards the block with the blues.

I remember church saying how he'd been temporarily locked up in solitary. And I had to know how that happened.

I spot a head of blackish hair, light blue bandana around his forehead walking down the hall. "CHURCH! HEY!", I shout. From all within the block inmates look my direction.

He stops and looks my way. Cocking a thick brow. "There a reason your screaming my name?"

"Bow chicka bow wow!"

We both turn to see Tucker by the entrance to their cell. Grinning like an idiot.

Church shakes his head. Mumbling under his breath obscenities under his breath, and how he was going to kill everyone.

"I need to talk to you." I say. He tilts his head. "Well gee. We seem to be doing that now. Good talk. Can I go?" I make a face and cross my arms. "I'm serious. Its important, about solitary."

Its his turn to make a face. He shakes his head an takes a step back. "Look, man I'm not into storytelling. So if you're just gonna beg I tell you what it was lik-" " I need to get in. How did you?"

He pauses. Eyes widening he shakes his head vigorously, mood entirely changed. "You can't do that."

"And why not?"

"Because its a building FULL physchopaths. And the guards in there do horrible experiments on you in there. To 'punish' us for every little thing you do wrong."

I shake my head. "I dont care. I just- need in. Tell me what you did to get in." I say in Ernest. Making my best puppy dog face.

He holds my gaze for a moment longer before sighing. "You're fucking crazy Black. But yeah, I'll tell you how I Got in. And better yet." He starts walking away. "I'll help you."

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Locus 37

Felix 35

Wash 20

Church 6

Sharkface, was five. Has now been removed from the roster.