Chapter 17: Bad News
Packie walked through the corridor of the state penitentiary, he wore an orange jumpsuit. It was his second day in, he had a fresh wound on his face from a fight he got into with his cellmate. He continued to walk through the corridor, where he was met with calls from the other inmates. Packie walked into the visitation room, where glass windows divided the prisoners and the visitors. He saw Michael sitting in one of the booths, Packie sat across from him. He picked up the phone, Michael did the same thing. "Hey, how you holding up?" Michael asked Packie. "Just fucking great, I was here an hour and somebody almost killed me. Just another day at the fucking office." Packie replied. "Do you know when you see the judge?" Michael asked Packie. "Tomorrow, nice o' clock at the Los Santos City courthouse." Packie replied. "Have you heard from Stephanie?" Packie asked Michael. Michael sighed, he looked at Packie. "She got raped and beaten up yesterday, she's fine. A few missing teeth and some broken ribs." Michael replied. "Fuck, I thought old girl could handle herself better." Packie told Michael.
Trevor walked in the room, he looked at Packie. "Hey, man." Trevor said. "Fuck you, where the fuck were you when we got picked up!?" Packie asked in anger. "Don't worry, kid. We're going to bail you two out, and I got a line on a good lawyer." Michael told Packie. Trevor looked over at a lonely man at the end of the booths, he wore glasses and looked miserable. Trevor walked over and sat down. He picked up the phone and spoke to the man, "What are you in for?" Trevor asked him. "Fraud." The man replied. "Ah, blue collar guy. I bet you're real popular in the showers." Trevor said with a smile. "What?" The man asked him. "Have you had anyone take your manhood yet?" Trevor asked the man. "What? No!" The man replied. "Ah, you got a pretty mouth." Trevor said with a laugh. The man was beyond uncomfortable.
Michael and Packie continued speaking, Packie was irritated with the situation. "So, this lawyer. How is he gonna get us out of this?" Packie asked Michael. "I don't know yet, but this guy is good. He's never lost a case." Michael replied. "How is the baby?" Packie asked Michael. "He was taken by the state, that is one thing this lawyer cannot do for you two. There was copious amounts of drugs in both your systems, even if you beat this case. There's a good chance you're not getting the baby back." Michael replied. "Motherfucker!" Packie shouted. He stood up and ran over to the booth where Trevor was sitting, he threw the man on the ground and grabbed the phone. "You happy you meth addled fuck!? You cost me my son! I hope you rot in hell!" Packie shouted.
The guard walked over to Packie, he grabbed Packie by the back of his shirt and picked him up. "Okay, McReary. Time's up." He told Packie. Packie looked at Trevor, who in turn looked at him with evil intent. The guard walked Packie back through the prison, they walked all the way to the exit to the yard. Packie walked outside, he was seeing red and his face showed a scary expression that had the inmates on edge. Briggs, a large black inmate covered in tattoos, looked at Packie. "Looks like Crazy Irish got bad news." He told his gang. "He looks pissed off." His buddy said. "Let's go make his day worse." Briggs told his crew. They walked towards Packie, he noticed them coming his way and looked around for something to even the score.
Briggs and his men surrounded Packie, who in turn picked up a rock. He tackled Briggs, and started beating his head in with the rock. The gang, in shock, backed up and watched Packie beat Briggs to a pulp. After Briggs was dealt with, Packie stood up. He looked at the rest of the gang, they all backed away. Packie's face was covered in Briggs' blood. The guard, who previously escorted Packie to the yard, grabbed Packie by his shirt and turned him around. The guard punched Packie in the face, he then punched him in the stomach. Packie doubled over in pain, the guard knelt down, he picked Packie's head up by the chin. "Since you're seeing the judge tomorrow, you're not going to the hole. But you, my friend, are caged the rest of the day." The guard told Packie. He picked Packie up and started dragging him. "Come on, Bruiser. Let's go." He told Packie as he dragged him back to his cell.