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Its a bright sunny day in prison. Prisoners are running in circles in a fenced in courtyard. Fiona's wearing baggy orange pants and a gray tank top. Her hair is in a messy ponytail, and there is a small sweat starting on her forehead. Fiona's running in the middle of the group, careful not to be too fast or too slow. I could run faster than all of them, Fiona thinks. If I just didn't have to stay unnoticed so none of the lead prisoners would choose to pick on me, I would be able to run as fast as I wanted. The head guard blows a whistle and shouts "Everyone on the floor for push-ups now!" Fiona effortlessly gets down on the floor, and starts pumping out fast push-ups, but then remembers to stay unnoticed and starts painfully slow push-ups like the rest of the group. After about another 20 minutes of other exercises, the guard calls out harshly "Five minutes of free time!"
Fiona knows exactly what she's going to do now. She walks up to the guard and taps him on the shoulder. The guard turns around and looks at Fiona with disgust. "What do you want, Glenanne?" The guard asks harshly.
"Well, I was wondering if I could make a little call to someone." Fiona asks sweetly. "It would only be for a couple of minutes, and I'm sure-"
"Glenanne, are you trying to be cute with me?!" The guard asks, sternly. "I will not tolerate this kind of talk in this prison!"
"Well, I was just thinking that-" Fiona starts to say, already knowing what his answer is going to be but trying anyways.
"You very well know the rules!" He yells toughly. "Im taking away your recreation time for the rest of this week! Maybe that can teach you the right way to talk to a guard." He says, smiling cruelly. "You two!" He shouts, pointing over to two guards supervising the courtyard. "Take this young lady back to her cell, and make sure she stays there!"
The guards nod, and grab Fiona's arms. The drag her to her section of cells, and walk in with her. They let her go, but they stay by the door. Fiona looks around the section of cells. There are only two other inmates in the room, both of which she knows had gotten their recreation privileges taken away too. She sighs, walking back to get cell. She lyes on her bed, picking up her boring book by Charles Dickens. "Well that went well." She mumbles under her breath. I bet even Michael is having for fun than me, She thinks as she opens her book to start reading, sighing loudly.
"You know what to do, right ma?" Michael asks Madeline with concern. They are standing in the parking lot outside of the Paradise Hotel. Michael is leaning against his car, talking to Madeline.
"Oh don't you give me that look! I know exactly what to do. My son is in there, and I'm going to get him out!" Madeline says fiercely.
"Yes but mom, you have to stick to the plan. You have too. If you don't, something very-" Michael starts to say before Madeline cuts him off.
"I know I know! Someone could get hurt. Now can you just let me do this without you babysitting me?!" Madeline says crossly.
"Ok, your ready to go." Michael says uncertainly.
Madeline walks away, mumbling something under her breath. She goes into the hotel room and walks up to the front desk.
"Hello!" Madeline says sweetly to the man at the desk.
"Good afternoon m'am. What can I do for you?" The man asks.
"Well, my husband is staying here on a business vacation, and I came later to surprise him for his 60th birthday! He never told me what room he was staying in, do I was wondering if you could give me his room number." She asks smiling at the man sweetly.
"I'm sorry m'am, but I can't give you that kind of information." The man says, showing no emotion.
"What do you mean you can't give me the room number? He's my husband!" Madeline exclaims appearing annoyed.
"I'm sorry but that's restricted information. It's a part of our privacy policy."
Madeline sighs, but then she sees a photograph next to his computer. The photo is of a family. The picture shows the man from the front desk, a woman with brown hair, and two little kids sitting in their laps. She remembers something Michael told her. Use your situation in a way that would make them think about their personal life in your favor, he had said.
Madeline try's again. "Don't you have a wife? Don't you know how it is to surprise them and see the joy on their face?" Madeline says with tears in her eyes. "Are kids are all grown up now, and all we really see every day is each other. And I-"
"Okay, okay m'am, please don't be upset. Here I'll get you the room number. Just please be quite about it, okay? Now, what's your husbands name?"
Madeline wipes away her tears, and says sniffling "Oh thank you so much. His name is Anson. Anson Fullerton."
"His room is number 217, on the second floor." The man replies.
"Oh thank you so much!" Madeline says smiling. "Now I'm going to go buy his present, but please keep this between you and me because I want to surprise him."
"I'll make sure not to m'am." The man says smiling wearily.
"Thank you!" Madeline says, walking away through the front doors. When she gets out of the hotel she walks towards Michaels car.
"How'd it go?" Michael asks Madeline questionably.
"Room 217, second floor." Madeline says, not making eye contact with Michael.
"Thank Ma." Michael replies, looking at Madeline with concern. "Sam, Jesse, and I will look over our plan tonight. We'll let you know when we have him out."
"Alright Michael." Madeline replies softly, walking away.
Michael, Sam, and Jesse are all sitting around Michaels barstool table.
"So we head through that section over there, and up that staircase." Michael says pointing at a building map set on the table.
"Right." Jesse replies. "And I'll make sure to lock down all the exit doors."
Sam nods, staring at the map. "Then Mike and I will bust into the room, and get Nate out." He says.
"Mike, I hate to ruin our plan, but don't you think this seems like a trap?" Jesse asks uncertainly.
Michael looks down at the floor. "Well...I've been meaning to tell you guys something.."
"Oh Mike..." Sam says.
"Seriously? Like seriously?" Jesse replies, appalled.
"Well I was worried you guys would say no!" Michael says wearily.
"So let me get this straight Mike." Jesse says sarcastically. "We're just supposed to bust in there, pretending its not a trap when it is. Yeah that works out, well. It works out well when your on a suicide mission!"
"Yeah, basically." Michael says with a straight face.
Sam whistles loudly then takes another sip of his beer. "Jesse look," Sam says. "I say we give it a try. Doing this will help get Fi out of jail and rescue Nate. Plus, Anson's outnumbered four to one!"
"Who is this mysterious fourth person?" Jesse asks.
"Nate." Sam replies simply. Michael and Jesse look at each other uncertainly.
"Uh...Lets leave it at three to one. Actually, this docks us down to two to one now because someone has to watch over Nate." Jesse says.
"Nate can help. He can do some things." Sam replies.
"Yeah like be a ex- con artist?" Jesse asks.
"Guys, guys! The point is, we just have to get Nate out and try to capture Anson. Now I know the chances are slim, but at the least I just want to get my brother out. Okay?" Michael says.
"Alright." Jesse replies. Sam just nods and takes another sip of his beer.
"Ok. The plans all ready, we'll try first thing tomorrow morning." Michael says.
"Ok Mike, we'll see you tomorrow." Sam replies.
"Yeah Mike, see ya." Jesse says as he walks out the door with Sam, closing it behind them. Michael rolls up the building plans and puts them in his desk drawer. He goes back to his bar stool and pulls out a cup of yogurt. I bet even Fiona is having a better time than I am, Michael thinks as he takes a bite of yogurt.