I looked over the new guard's paperwork without any interest at all. She was just going to be murdered some horrible way so why even glance at the fact she had some damn good references. What the hell. I stamped in large red letters on the front, "HIRED" and signed "Amadeus Arkham" below that, giving her the death sentence that so many others had gone through.
Great, we had to deal with him again. Every guard I had sent up there he had hammered through like he was the knife to their warm butter. But a high security prisoner so prone to escaping needed at least one guard, he needed someone that he hadn't tried yet, not so much someone harder core…but maybe a type of person he hadn't tried with him yet. A female…huh. That would be interesting to see come out.
"Absolutely NOT!" Dr. Young slammed her hands down on my desk in a fury. "What are you thinking? She's worked here for less than a week and you're willing to throw her away like an empty coke can! He'll chew her up and spit the remnants out through a tube!"
I rolled my eyes behind my palm covering the top half of my eyes.
"He needs a change of some sort; he'll just continue mangling the minds of the other guards if we continue sending the same type of people. You remember what happened to the last one."
I watched as doctor Young's face grew from fury to pity.
"Are you sure you want to do this to her?"
I sniffed and threw her file on my desk. "I'm quite sure."