Hey all. So once again I'm being a terrible writer and not updating my existing stories. But I'm currently on a BDS thing, and I've had this idea in my head and on my computer for a while. So I finally decided to upload a chapter to see how people like it and if I should even continue with it. I warn you now: I won't be updating very frequently since I'm already getting my butt kicked by my classes.
With that, please enjoy and review at the end!
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It was going to happen. It was happening right now, and she was a part of it. Former Special Agent Eunice Bloom adjusted the rectangular, black plastic frames that rested on her nose. She hoped no one would notice that there wasn't any glass in them.
It wasn't the prison itself that made her the slightest bit nervous, even if it was the infamous Hoag. As Smecker had said, it was only a prison, and Lord knew she'd been in plenty of those before. No, it wasn't the prison. It wasn't because she was dressed in a doctor's white coat, clipboard and black bag in hand, walking briskly down the poorly lit hallway behind an armed guard to "check up" on the Hoag's most famous inmates. She had argued with Smecker about the "doctor" plan. It would be seen through in no time. But Smecker had insisted that no one would question it, and so far he was right. Eunice hugged the clipboard closer, her black heels echoing in the cold corridor.
What worried her was the state of the MacManus brothers. She had told Smecker time after time that the boys weren't safe in the Hoag. Smecker merely shook his head and smiled every time, saying they would be fine. Eunice wondered if he had spent too much time in the Costa Rican sun in the five years he had been in hiding since his "death". The Hoag was a maximum security prison where some of the most dangerous criminals were kept – had he forgotten that already? The boys were sure to be unpopular with the rest of the inmates. Eunice had to admit that if she were one of the criminals locked up in there, knowing what the Saints did, she'd want a shot at them herself. The law may say that the MacManus brothers are criminals just like the other men in prison, but Eunice knew that things weren't really like that. The inmates of the Hoag would never accept them as real criminals; they were threats that needed to be taken care of.
Eight months of careful planning had led to this moment. The stale sweat smell that had permeated the concrete corridor grew stronger as Eunice followed the guard into the main holding area of the prison. Shadows moved behind the bars on either side of the walkway, resolving themselves into hardened, scarred faces with sharp eyes that looked Eunice over with interest. A few cat calls and whistles echoed in the cold air. Eunice kept her eyes fixed on the broad back of the guard ahead of her, shaking her head ever so slightly to let her wavy golden blond hair fall on either side of her face. She hoped they were close to the Saints' cell; it would keep the uncomfortable stares at bay, as their cell was apart from the rest of the inmates' cells. It was for the safety of the boys as much as it was for that of the other inhabitants of the Hoag.
They reached the far end and the guard unclipped his ID card from the front of his uniform and waved it in front of a sensor fixed to the wall beside a heavy metal door. A grating buzz sounded from the other side of the door and a mechanical locked clicked open. The guard pulled the door open, holding it for Eunice to walk through. After making sure it had shut securely, he led her down a short hallway, through another metal door with the same security measures, and into a small, chamber-like area with two barred windows set high into the concrete wall, the only sources of light other than a flickering hanging lamp. More bars down at the end of the room guarded two silhouettes in a dimly lit cell. The figures raised their heads towards the guard and his follower. The guard stopped and motioned towards the cell, turning to leave.
Eunice smiled. "Excuse me," she said, careful to mask her heavy southern accent. "But I'll need the cell door opened too."
The guard frowned. "You can talk through the bars," he said shortly. "It's safer for you that way, Doctor," he added, trying for politeness, Eunice guessed.
"Well, I thank you for your concern, but in order for me to fully assess these men's mental states, they'll need to feel comfortable talking with me, and I cannot do that on the other side of a set of bars." Eunice brushed a blond curl away from her face, giving the guard her best professional smile.
The guard didn't move to unlock the cell. He turned to leave again. "Pound on the door when you're done." The heavy security door slammed shut.
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