Aydin looked down at the woman in the shed, sprawled out on the floor, no longer breathing and felt no satisfaction. He looked from her kiss me lipstick to her come fuck me secretary glasses and then to her plain khakis. Even in prison garb Alex Vause stood out. The kid had been good at her job drawing mules to her like flies to a spider. He had liked Alex. He did what needed to be done but he didn't like it. Why did she have to be so fucking stupid and rat on Kubra. She should have known better. He knew under her shirt her ribs would be a dark purple mess and she probably had some internal bleeding, not that that mattered one bit once your windpipe was crushed.

"fuck you Alex Vause for making me do this"

About 100m from the shed now Piper is watching the women stream through the opening in the fence. This fit so far outside her realm of well, reality that it took her a few moments to process. She had realized by now that they only real destination was the lake. They weren't trying to escape just enjoy a sunny afternoon splashing in the water. The murmured whispers she heard nearby confirmed her thoughts. Piper considers joining them, but has a secret hope that she can drag Alex along. "It's not Cambodia" She thinks to herself then she grins as she imagines sand between her toes.

Her attention shifts as she watches an unfamiliar guard hurry out of the shed. He closes the door silently, letting the latch click shut with a gentle motion. His head hangs for a moment before he seems to come back to himself, looks around then relaxes a bit strolling back towards the prison. Piper keeps her head down and stops to lean against a tree keeping partially out of sight. Something felt wrong and now she knows what. That is a new guard, but she recognizes him. One of Kubra's men. Piper feels a moment of panic. She had met Aydin on many occasions, one of Kubra's right hand men in fact. What was he doing here?

Gathering her thoughts she stands there for a moment and disbelief and well, fear.

"fuck"

Alex wasn't paranoid or crazy. She, Piper was just a fucking asshole. She sagged a bit where she stood as the self loathing hit her in the gut. Then a feeling of panic set in. Alex. In a half daze Piper took off towards the shed at a walking/running shuffle. Her hand rested on the doorknob fearing what she would find on the other side. "This is not the time to freeze Chapman" she coached herself mentally. She is not entirely sure when the mental pep talks had started. Probably somewhere between her Fiance and best friend fucking and Alex dumping her.

She twisted the knob and pushed the door open slowly peeking her head in with complete terror.

"Alex?"

Her eyes scanned the room and she readily saw her. The room wasn't very big and she was sprawled on the ground near the tool lock up. A broom laid beside her. Piper froze.

"Alex?" She inquired, her voice breaking at the same time as her frozen trance.

She darted across the shed dropping heavily to her knees beside the brunette. She touched her face.

"Alex!" She yelled half through a sob as she brushed the older woman's hair off her face. Pipers face crumbled at the lack of response, a litany of no's running through her head. She felt for a pulse but couldn't feel a sign of a heartbeat. She held her breath.

She felt the tiniest flicker, she thinks. Remembering back to her first aid class a half a decade ago she listened for Alex to breathe, she watched for her chest to rise. Piper's heart was pounding wildly as she stared at Alex's still chest. But there it was, she saw a small rise in her chest and heard a barely audible gargle in the other girls throat. Taking a closer look Piper could see the angry bruises along Alex's throat in the shape of finger prints, black bruises had started to form where the broken blood vessels were resulting in blood pooling in Alex's throat. She snapped back to reality for a moment. Help. Alex needs help.

She staggered to her feet and ran back to the door of the shed. She fumbled with the handle and stumbled out of the building. It was like opening the door into a different reality, inmates were running, there were no guards in sight.

No guards in sight, that couldn't be right, where are all the fucking guards? In a different situation with a living and breathing Alex she'd have been very content at the lack of CO's but right now…

"Fuck" Piper yelled out to no one in particular sprinting over to the nearest group of inmates heading towards the gap, her starched khakis barely moving while her body burst into motion. Just as she almost reached the group she saw Caputo dart out of the prison. She stopped running and watched him as he took in the scene. Her eyes widened in a slightly crazy unhinged way as she held her mouth still to stop from crying. She took off in his direction yelling his name.

"Mr Caputo" He looked at her curiously and she couldn't help but think that it was a small miracle that the shed stood between him and the lake or she would have been chasing him through the yard.

"Do I look like I have time for your shit right now Chapman?" The desperation in her face clearly had little effect as he roughly pushed past her. Piper was shocked for a minute before she gathered herself. Throwing herself after him she grabbed him roughly by the wrist spinning him around. The look of shock on his face didn't last long, replaced by a cold anger in his eyes as he stared down at the troublesome blond but she spoke before he could get the chance.

"There has been an attack.." pausing to catch her breath Caputo tried to interrupt her.

"Chapman I have half of the fucking inmate population frolicking in the lake do you think I give two fucks about two inmates squabbling over a king cone?" She grabbed for his wrist again.

"If you put your hands on me one more time inmate you will go straight to SHU" Piper got in his way as he tried to leave.

"It's Alex" Piper huffed out. "She was attacked and she isn't breathing, her throat sir" She spit it out in desperation barely able to continue speaking as her face started to crumble, but then something in her broke. She needed to help Alex, not fall apart. Her face hardened and her eyes narrowed "So it's me who doesn't have time, she needs help. She already might not make it" She was barely able to say the last part out loud as if saying it made it real.

Caputo eyed her deciding what to do. The last thing he needed was a dead inmate on top of this disaster.

He picked up his walkie talkie

"Caputo to infirmary" He spoke into it never breaking contact.

"Go for infirmary"

"We have an inmate who has been attacked, she is not breathing. We need a resuscitation rescue to…" He looked at Piper questioningly.

"The tool shed, she's in the tool shed"

"The tool shed on the west yard of the prison"

"Copy that sir we will be there in 5"

Piper looked up at him taking a deep breath her nostrils flared and then her eyes softened and filled with tears. She barely managed to say "She might not make it 5 minutes" gasping for a breath.

"Well then you better get back in there with her Chapman and make fucking sure that she does" Caputo turned on his heal and started jogging towards the lake.