Upload month! Nope, I didn't forget, just been a bit busy and didn't have time to upload just yet, but I have about ten uploads planned this month, five of which are completely finished and the other five are nearly finished. Upload scheduled will be as follows
444th Sensado squadren rewrite chapter's 12, 13, and 14, will be uploaded on the 5th, 15th, and 25th.
Life and times of a Katoni chapters, 10, 11,and 12 will be uploaded on the 10th, 20th, and 30th.
Carrier arrest chapter 2 will be uploaded on the 7th.
Her Quiet recovery chapter 2 (3) will be uploaded on the 14th.
TheT-50 operators of Ooarai chapter 4 will be uploaded on the 21st.
Male Miho chapter 4 will be uploaded on the 27th.
Of course this could change due to website outages, power outages, natural disasters, internet outages, personal injury or sickness...but that's the schedule for this month. One more thing, last June I mentioned that I had 15 chapters, near completion but only uploaded about 7, yeah the other chapters were finished, but they were for new projects that I'll begin uploading either once finished or once I finish some of my own current fanfics.
Anyways, Enjoy! Note that Blazepanzer does not own Girls und Panzer!
Hanoashi felt herself tapping the floor nervously as she waited, an ever so slight eagerness flooding through her veins. For decency purposes, when visiting the prisoners were allowed to wear a white tee shirt under their Blue Division uniform, something that various students have been calling for, and while she technically wasn't a student in the truest sense, the Irish girl definitely shared their sentiment.
"Hanoashi!" the guard called, prompting the Irish girl to rise as her holding cell was opened, and she was gently lead into the nearly bare meeting room.
"Yukaro," Hanoashi smiled gently.
"Blaze," Yukaro whispered, before hugging her. "Mark was kind enough to tell me what's been going on," he noted as he massaged her back gently.
"I...I'm so sorry," Hanoashi whispered.
"Don't be, you've got nothing to apologize for," Yukaro reassured her. "According to Mark he didn't, but did he...you know...penetrate?"
Hanoashi shook her head. "Thankfully he avoided those kinds of acts, but he...well...he did other things. Spanking, breast massages, things of that nature."
"At least Mark is taking care of it today," Yukaro reassured her. "Aside from all that, are you handling things alright? I know prison has to be rough on you..."
"It's more of an emotional roller-coaster now...not that I'd want to live in here for my entire life...but I've adjusted well enough. I'm no longer scared like I was on the day I was arrested."
"I'm guessing you don't have a new Daycell yet?" Yukaro prompted, as he move from hugging her to guiding her to the bench.
Sitting down beside him, she settled down into a slight cuddle position for comfort. "Not yet, something tells me that I may not receive a new cell mate until Taeko and I prove ourselves worthy of being a second strike once again...assuming that we don't get a ton of prisoners suddenly."
"The program, despite it's infancy and this one issue, seems to have been successful so far," Yukaro pointed out. "I suspect that you'll have some new faces pretty soon."
"Most likely," Hanoashi mused. "How is Nishmari doing?"
"The middle school just won their first match for the winter cup, and the high school academy is preparing for the tournament of fives, so far we have two Panzer III's. two T-34's, a T-50 light tank, and three Panzer IV model H tanks," Yukaro affirmed.
"So eight of the twelve tanks needed to qualify for the nationals," Hanoashi mused.
"We're trying to get the remaining four, but our investors want to see a few showings in the tournament of fives first. According to them, a victory this year or two high spots by the end of next year will guarantee the funds to buy what we need. We're trying to get another two T-50 light tanks, a KV-1-B 576r, and...well...any other tank that isn't a dual cannon tank." Yukaro reported.
"That's good thinking," Hanoashi mused. "I mean, we wouldn't want to enter a tank like the Lee with it's hundred and twelve millimeter weaponry ranking when it's largest cannon is only seventy-five millimeters," she added.
"True. Speaking of, are you still the commander of the Lee?" Yukaro asked.
Hanoashi shook her head. "No, Rikona took over that tank. And she's doing a fantastic job of it as well, I'm well pleased with her performance."
"Yeah, I always imagined she'd do well in Sensado, assuming that she managed to get a tank which could accommodate her height," Yukaro agreed, ending in a slight laugh.
Hanoashi couldn't help but smile a bit. "That's true, she was always very tall relatively speaking. I was surprised when I first realized just how tall she was."
"So what position are you playing now?" Yukaro asked.
"I'm commanding a T-80 light tank," Hanoashi smiled. "To be honest though I kind of like it," she added.
"Isn't it a little cramped?" Yukaro asked, a bit surprised.
"A small part of me likes said crampness," Hanoashi noted.
"And knowing you, you're not upset at all at the downgrade," Yukaro joked.
"Downgrade?" Hanoashi growled playfully. "I'll have you know that me and my crew managed to knock out a T-50 light tank just a few days ago!"
"Congratulations," Yukaro smiled, patting her head a bit half teasingly, but meaning every word of it.
"I mean I was surprised we managed to knock it out, those things are not easy to kill," Hanoashi sighed. "Really miss the head pats," she added, which prompted Yukaro to give her another one.
Sitting in silence for a bit, Hanoashi let out a quiet sigh. "There's a lot that I miss, our walks in the park, eating out at the local diner...or just playing monopoly together on the ole Famicom," she confessed.
"Yeah...I miss it too. But before long we'll be together everyday, doing that and so much more together," Yukaro promised, holding her hand in comfort.
"I'm looking forward to it," Hanoashi smiled, before letting out a smirk. "Because on my first day out, I wanna do everything in the bedroom," she teased.
"You sound teasing, but something tells me that you mean it," Yukaro gulped jokingly.
"Well...I'm curious, and I'd like to find what we both like," Hanoashi shrugged.
"Gonna be exhausting though," Yukaro noted. "Speaking of...how many kids?"
"Hm...probably cut off around four..." Hanoashi shrugged. "Going for any more might be a bit hard on the finances...but well see," she suggested.
"That sounds good to me," Yukaro smiled. "Got any names?"
"Just Raisu for the firstborn girl. I'll let you know if I think of another name but I think I'll only insist on the names of a max of two of them, even if we end up having a fifth or sixth child," Hanoashi shrugged.
"Raisu is a pretty name," Yukaro smiled.
"I'd like to imagine her having your eyes and hair color, but my freckles," Hanoashi teased.
"Speaking of which, should we stay near Nishmari or is there any particular part of Japan you'd like to move to?" Yukaro asked.
"Hm...near Nishmari," Hanoashi admitted. "Although if we did have to move...probably the most rural part of Hokaido we can manage," she added, once again adding an ever so slight tease to her voice.
"You really are a country bumpkin, aren't you," Yukaro teased.
"Well, I've only lived in Rural Nishmari...and...on...the...well you know," Hanoashi gazed down in embarrassment.
"Oh, right, you spent several months living out of sight in Hokaido," Yukaro remembered.
"The little shack Kelly and I lived in...I kinda miss that feel...well not the fear of being caught and all, but that simple life, living out in nature," Hanoashi confessed. "But I miss living in Nishmari much more," she added.
"I'm just glad no one enslaved you," Yukaro breathed.
"Well...one guy did, but he just wanted me to help him fix up his house. Once that was done, he gave me a life straw and sent me on my way," Hanoashi confessed.
"Surprised he didn't have his way with you," Yukaro growled. "But still...keeping you captive was..."
"I know, I was scared the whole time, afraid that he'd...you know..." she paused as her heart sank at not telling him that she was forced to do one sexual thing, but it wasn't like he'd ever know, or most likely care if he ever did find out.
"Is Taeko doing well?" Yukaro asked.
"She's managing about as well as I am," Hanoashi sighed. "But to be honest, it's not easy on her either, and I suspect she's being harder on herself than many other of the prisoners here."
"What makes you say that?" Yukaro prompted.
Hanoashi let out a small sigh as she tried to think of the right words. "I suspect she's scared that the justice system is going to go back and re-sentence her to life in prison, so she's trying to do everything in her power to not upset anyone or at least give them a reason to be upset with her."
"Guess we're lucky that the warden didn't send her back then," Yukaro sighed.
"We probably could have fought it, all things considered. But by then who knows where Taeko would have ended up," Hanoashi couldn't help but shudder.
"By the way, do they handcuff you often?" he asked.
"Way too much for my liking...but it is prison," Hanoashi confessed, before smirking. "Though when we get out, you could do it to me from time to time if you wanted.
"I...I'd rather not..." Yukaro noted firmly.
"Fair's fair," Hanoashi smiled. "And thanks...I mean my offer is genuine, but I'm not exactly all too happy with being bound up still. How the Maus Rikona enjoyed it is beyond me."
"Yeah, that's something I'll never understand either," Yukaro shuddered.
"That's one thing she and I had different about us. Her? She'd require a guy to occasionally bind her up somehow. Me? It was a deal-breaker...or it was before I got arrested. Now I'd tolerate it some."
"I can understand that," Yukaro noted. "Most girls don't like feeling restricted, but some girl's do."
Exactly, Hanoashi thought to herself.
"By the way, I've been thinking...why don't we go on a little honeymoon when we get out. Just a little road-trip around Japan, stay in a few hotels...that sort of thing," Yukaro brought up.
"Sure," Hanoashi breathed, liking the idea.
Just then the buzzer resounded. "You stay strong, alright my little Blaze," Yukaro whispered.
"I will...you stay strong too, Yukaro," Hanoashi whispered as she was gently ushered out of the communication cell.
Taeko rose as her name was called, and she walked into the waiting cell, running over to Nova in tears and clinging tightly onto him. "Nova...I'm so sorry..." she whispered.
"You don't need to apologize," he rumbled gently, stroking her hair in comfort which caused her to smile. "Are you alright though? Mark said you and sis have been going though a lot of trouble lately."
"We have," Taeko whimpered, loosing up a bit, but still holding on. "Prison is awful enough on it's own, but with that coach acting the way he is..." she let out a small shudder.
"Antony-san is dealing with him as we speak," Nova reassured her.
"I...I hope so. As...much as I hate this life, its what I deserve for my part in the incident," Taeko began. "But what he's doing to me...I...I don't feel like I deserve it.
"You don't deserve prison, let alone his...touching," Nova whispered.
"But I..." Taeko began, but he simply pulled her in.
"You were just along for the ride Taeko. You even realized that what you were doing was dangerous and tried to warn them, even if you didn't realize just why it was dangerous until the last possible second." Nova reassured her.
"Maybe...but...I feel so guilty. The student council was just trying to save their school ship, and we ended up killing them." Taeko shuddered as she pulled back a bit, her amber eyes burning with passion. "Nova...it wasn't an accident. It wasn't a mistake, it was pure recklessness. After Hanoashi's warning...we should have toned it back, but we didn't. Three of our own died...and thanks to Akibe freaking out like she did, six of Kuromorimine's students died."
Breaking her stance, she once again embraced him, tears flooding down her eyes. "No school ship was worth that sacrifice," she sobbed.
"I know, Taeko," Nova whispered as he began to gently massage her back. "But like I said...you tied to do something to stop it in the end, and that counts for a lot, or at least a lot more than you are giving yourself credit for."
"I wish Miho had never gone to Ooarai," Taeko whimpered. "Hanoashi would have never allowed this under her watch."
"That's true...while I never got to experience a match of hers first hand, I've seen what she's capable of as a team commander. However, Miho could have stopped this. Ami could have done the right thing from the beginning," Nova reminded her.
"I could have gone home with Hanoashi that night, helped her refute Ami's lies," Taeko shuddered.
"Perhaps, but you had no idea that Ami was going to try anything more than kicking her off the team. And from what you've told me, you didn't even know that she had a warrant for her arrest until you came to juvenile, right?" Nova whispered.
Taeko let out a nod. "True...but still...all that time she's survived on the streets, solely because our stupid instructor was such a Miho fanboy that she falsely accused her of assaulting her...and all Hanoashi was trying to do is tell us that we needed to go over safety rules and such first."
"Like I said, that wasn't your fault Taeko," Nova reminded her.
"Hm...perhaps...but still..." Taeko let out a small sigh. "Can we move on to a different topic?" she asked.
"Child names?" Nova smirked.
"Cheek! But yeah...I can have a child or two if you want," she blushed at the notion.
"Hm...I'm thinking Nebula or Quasar, if it's a boy or girl," Nova began.
"Naming them after yourself eh?" Taeko smirked. "As for me...maybe Hatsume for a girl or Hatsuko for a boy."
"After your brother?" Nova nodded in approval.
"Don't get me wrong, I want nothing to do with mom and dad after they disowned me like that...but...I desperately miss my brother. I...I hope he doesn't forget about me..." Taeko paused as she entered a stammering action. "Sorry...I just..."
"I know Tae," Nova comforted her. "I highly doubt he could forget such a kind and caring sister such as yourself though," he added with a slight tease.
"Maus I hope so," Taeko wished desperately.
Mark focused his gaze on the warden's office, a stern glare on his face as he knocked down the wooden door with his foot, his guards well prepared for this moment. The first thing he noticed was the Warden's shocked gaze, his best guard firing on the alarm wire, preventing the Warden from escaping.
"You are under arrest for perversion of justice and abiding in the sexual assault of prisoners," Mark growled, His usual Admiral Thrawn like voice more unsettling then ever.
"Yo...What?"
"Segure," Mark noted coldly. "Yesterday I covertly set up security cameras, did you really think that I hadn't noticed you taking the one's father put up down?"
"Heh, I'm your father's best friend...he won't let you fire me," Segure laughed.
"Oh? I think you'll find it hard for him to do anything considering his body is being prepped for burial," Mark noted coldly before pulling his pistol out. "On your knees," he added.
Segure shuddered as he felt the handcuffs clamp onto his wrist. As his guards began to drag him out of the room Mark held up his hand in a motion for them to stop. "One moment please," he noted, before he began knocking on a wall, hearing a distant yet desperate wailing on the other side. Kicking the wall, the hidden door open, and he came face to face with a blond haired woman with green eyes gazing at him in fear as she tried to yell through the gag covering her mouth.
"So Segure, mind telling me why you have a captive in your walls?" Mark noted as the guards brought him over.
"I...I...but...but...you..." Segure stammered.
"A shame," Mark noted, pulling his gun out and aiming it at Segure. "Article section A-5-17 of the Bad company guard's regulations allows me to end the life of any employee I deem necessary whom abuses prisoners, and the fact that you have a woman captive in your office is more than enough...however I'd much rather allow you're sins to come to the public."
"No...no...anything but that!" Segure begged.
"So you're telling me that you don't want another chance to repent and be saved in these last moments?" Mark inquired. "Very well..." Mark raised his pistol to Segure's head, causing the man to shut his eyes.
Instead mark walked over to the now untied girl and bowed. "I...deeply apologize miss Kimberly, rest assured that I shall endeavor to have your sentence lifted as soon as possible."
"I'm just glad that he won't be doing that to me anymore...he claims that since I turned nineteen that he can..." Kimberly paused, letting out a shudder. "I'd...rather serve the rest of my sentence though," she added.
"Hm...as you wish, but tell me this, should I kill Segure now or would you want your day in court?" Mark asked.
"Kill him," Kimberly growled.
"As you wish," Mark noted, casually drawing his pistol again and firing at Segure, this time killing him. "Take care of Miss Kimberly...place her in Hanoashi's day cell for the time being," he ordered.
"I'd have thought that you'd want to rejoin Taeko with Hanoashi," one of his female guards noted.
"Trini, that is out of my power. I can decided to add a prisoner to a cell in the absence of a warden but moving prisoners around is not in the books," Mark noted. "And now, we must deal with that troublesome coach."
"The third strike coach?" Kimberly asked quietly. "She's been good to us though!" she added more in unbelief.
"No, the second strike coach has been...well let's just say inappropriate with his charges. Rest assured that he will be facing serious consequences," Mark noted.
As Hanoashi read the tablet, she heard her cell door opened and watched as a blond woman was cuffed to the chair before being left.
"You must be new," the woman began.
Hanoashi shook her head. "No, I've been here for months now," she noted.
"He held me captive for months!?" the blond haired woman gasped, causing one of the guards to shhh her. "Sorry!" she squeaked, gazing down.
"Who held you captive? The coach?" Hanoashi asked.
"No, the warden," the blond noted, her green eyes troubled. "See...I uh...went driving while drunk one night and nearly killed a guy, caused him to lose his legs. He's...one of those Christians who wants to forgive his enemies...you know...the kind who'd forgive you even if you murdered their child..."
"Ah...I see, and the court compromised by giving you a bad company sentence?" Hanoashi guessed.
The girl nodded. "Five years as a third strike, Mandate," she added.
"I was given five years with the first two being a third strike, no mandate," Hanaoshi began before letting out a sigh. "The coach and two of his guards falsely accused me and my sister in law Taeko of spreading misinformation about the coach and...well...we were separated and sent back here," she added.
"I see...that must have sucked. I heard that Mark is heading to deal with the coach...or I heard that after he freed me. Offered to get my sentence lifted, but I refused," the girl noted. "Name's Kimberly by the way."
"I'm Hanoashi, it's nice to meet you Kimberly," Hanoashi smiled, bowing a bit. She seems nice, and I can't help but admire the fact that she want's to see her sentence through until the end, Hanoashi mused.
"Likewise Han...Hanoko..." Kimberly frowned. "Sorry...how do you say your name again?"
"Ha-no-a-shi" Hanoashi smiled. "I know it's a tough name and all."
"I'm guessing that you had a nickname?" Kimberly asked.
Hanoashi nodded. "It was Blaze, not that we can use it," she sighed.
"Because of your ginger hair?" Kimberly dared to ask.
Hanoashi let out a nod. "Yep, Though it would often shine in the sunlight, so that's also part of the reason why people began calling me that. It...grew on me after a bit."
"Alright student's listen up, Blue Division shall began the first match of the winter national's this weekend, no Spares are needed for the match. I repeat..." The intercom blared.
"Bummer," Kimberly sighed. "Operating that T-26 was fun. I'm guessing that it's being operated by somebody else?"
"Yes, My good friend and sister in law Taeko is commanding it," Hanoashi nodded.
"Is...she doing well? Kimberly asked. "I...I mean prison isn't easy," she added gently.
"It's...not easy on us, the past few days have been hard on both of us, but we're making it," Hanoashi nodded.
Entering the girl's locker rooms, Mark's eyes narrowed in on the two guards taking a smoke break as his guards fired their tasers on them. As he walked over to the male and female guard, he paused and towered over the shrieking souls. "You're supposed to be in the gymnasium, not lollygagging around in here," he noted sternly. "Take them to the four strike pen," he added.
"Yes sir," two of his guards came in and dragged the disheveled shirkers and hauled them off. Mark paused, taking a deep breath before kicking the door, causing it to fling open. His eyes widened as he saw two girls fighting.
"You're always getting special favor from the guards, Hoshino!" a woman with russet hair growled.
"Yeah...well he owes me for covering for him. You should try it as well," Hoshino retorted.
"Guard's, nab em, Sandra, Tio, on me," Mark growled as they went into the sport's closest, not at all surprised to find the coach ogling a black haired girl. Quick as a flash he pulled Napo off of Yukki and slammed him into the wall, knocking out the coach. He turned to the girl as his guards took over arresting Napo.
"My deepest apologies Yukki," Mark began gently, though his voice still echoed a bit. "Rest assured that Napo will never be bothering you again."
"Y...you know my name?" Yukki gasped.
"Yes, of course, I am the...well I inherited this academy only three days ago, and it would seem that I have a few fires to put out, fires which my father left behind. He hired his friends which is why they were so eager to violate you and your fellow prisoners. Rest assured that no such friends of mine will be hired, and any faculty I do befriend will know perfectly well that I give no leniency to the rules just because we are friends."
"T...thank you sir," Yukki stammered.
As Mark began to walk away, he paused, Sensing Yukki's admiration. "Before you go too far in your imaginations, you should know that I am a married man and loyal to the woman of my dreams," he added, before walking over toward where the two girls were, the Russet haired girl gazing down in shame with Hoshino glaring at him.
"Saori...I would not fault you for defending yourself, but getting into this kind of fight is completely unacceptable," Mark noted coldly.
"I'm...sorry," Saori whispered.
"I beg you're pardon, but I didn't quiet catch that," Mark noted dangerously.
"I'm sorry sir!" Saori noted louder, though she was blushing with embarrassment.
"Hm...better," Mark noted. "For now you'll be joining the three strikes, and you can room with Taeko. I'll allow the new warden to decide for how long or if it'll be a mandate when she arrives."
"Th...thank you sir for not sending me to prison," Saori gasped.
"Oh don't thank me just yet, the warden might increase your sentence," Mark noted. "Which is far lenient compared to the plans I have for you miss Hoshino," Mark growled, not at all pleased with the other girl. "Send her to the fourth strike pen," he added.
"You can't send me to prison!?" Hoshino cried out as his guards hauled her off.
"I can and I did," Mark noted, before gazing toward Saori. "Be glad I didn't send you there as well," he added, before walking off.
Taeko let out a small sigh as she stretched, or tried to given how awkward it was with her wrist cuffed to the table. Sure could use some company right about now...miss having Hanoashi as a cell mate, she sighed to herself.
She jolted a bit as her cell door opened, and her eyes widened as she saw Saori handcuffed and in the familiar third strike clear-coat jacket shoved in, her wrist undone and her right wrist cuffed on the other side of the table.
"What happened Saori?" Taeko gasped. "Did the coach lie to get you in here?"
"No...I got into a fight with Hoshino," Saori sobbed, burying her head into her arms.
"No leaning on the table!" the guard hissed, causing Saori to jolt up.
"Sorry!" she squeaked.
"Apology accepted, but use indoor voice!" the guard hissed, before leaving the room.
"Are you hurt?" Taeko asked gently. Saori...getting into a fight? That's surprising...actually no after what happened back during the finals, nothing surprises me anymore for long, she added.
"Just my side. Got Hoshino on the bust...not my proudest moment," Saori sighed as she wiped her tears.
"I know it's upsetting, but the guards usually don't care about our tears," Taeko reminded her gently.
"You're right, crying isn't going to help," Saori whispered, trying to strengthen up.
"So the coach is gone?" Taeko asked hopefully.
"Yes, Mark himself dragged Napo out of the back room, he was caught doing something red handed with Yukki, no doubt we won't see him again. Not that those of us in the third strikes have to deal with it," Saori noted.
"Unless we move back to the second strikes," Taeko reminded her.
"You don't have a mandate?" Saori asked.
Taeko shook her head. "No, we were just separated and sent back to the third strikes. Did...Mark give you a mandate?"
Saori shook her head. "Not yet, Mark is intending to let the new warden decide if I get an increase in time and a mandate," she sighed.
"Here's hoping you don't get an increase in time," Taeko whispered fervently.
"Yeah...I don't want to spend another moment in prison than I have to," Saori sighed. "You still got five years?" she added.
"More closer to four and a half years now...Maus it's hard to believe that we've been in prison for three months now," Taeko shuddered.
"I know, it seems like only yesterday we were all hanging out with our friends, enjoying each other company...perhaps eating out or sleeping over..."
"Or playing volleyball..." Taeko whispered, glancing down at her cuffed wrist. "It's all that we can to do find ways to enjoy ourselves until our release date," she added.
"I know, Taeko," Saori sighed.
"I'm glad to have someone to dayroom with," Taeko smiled a bit.
"I'm glad's it's you...you were always nice...and fairly quiet if I remember," Saori smiled.
"Well...they say that I'm fairly introverted," Taeko shrugged. "How much about the third strikes do you know?" she asked.
"Not too much in terms of the exact details," Saori nodded.
"Alright, so here's she skinny," Taeko began. "In the morning, our hands are delatched from their holders, and we have an opportunity to use the restroom and brush our teeth. We'll have a guard come in and comb our hair for us, and then we are placed in our day cells with our cell mate if we have one. Breakfast is a cal-cake and a bowl of vegetables to wash it down. About twenty minutes after that we have our daily exerciser, which is a hundred bouts of the basic exercises, a hundred squats, a hundred sit ups, and a hundred push-ups. After that we get to have a thirty minute rest where we can sit and talk with the others."
"She let out a small pause. "By the way, we swap into a one piece swimsuit during the exercises," she added. "Blue division colors."
"I see...then what?" Saori asked.
"After that, if we don't have Sensado exercises, we're sent back to our daycell where we can read or talk to our cellmate. Not that the reading material is much good, we have a hundred books, mostly American classics as well as very...very basic textbooks, and that's really it. At night we're escorted to our cells, and our wrist are latched into slots."
"Slots?" Saori gasped.
"It is prison," Taeko shrugged.
"I see," Saori stammered.
Mark watched as Napo rose to his feet. "You'll never get away with this Mark! When your father finds out about this, you and your bitch wife will pay for this! Her and her inlaw and cousin!"
Mark gazed at him coldly. "No, they won't, first off. And secondly, my father is dead. Whither or not he finds out about it, there's nothing he can do about it...and besides I think there's more urgent things occupying his mind at the moment," he added coldly.
"Pah! It's their word against mine! Who do you think they'll believe?" Napo smirked.
"Oh I don't know...you thought that you were being cute, destroying all the cams like that but little did you know that I've been secretly watching you for the past three days," Mark smirked. Thank Maus that some of the guards are loyal to their duty rather than you."
"Pah!" Napo spat, clearly recognizing that he was spent.
"You haven't read up on your laws, now have you," Mark noted, a rather sharp edge to his tone.
"No...why?" Napo asked.
"Recently, Japan passed some prisoner abuse reform...and...well let's just say that guards who abuse their charges can get some very serious charges...including the death penalty...and not the quick firing squad or hanging rope either," Mark cautioned. "Better hope I don't convince them to give you that one, because my death penalty is far worse than you could ever imagine," Mark threatened, his voice laced with venom and disdain as he walked away.