Grendel Unit 3: Fight the Power by Schaffer Bernard

Author:Schaffer, Bernard [Schaffer, Bernard]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Dia de los Toros Publications
Published: 2014-07-14T16:00:00+00:00

4. Welcome to the Terrordome

The group of guards and visitors followed the Warden away from the ship, onto what appeared to be a large circle built into the roof. The Warden swept aside his long coat and lowered himself to the ground, laying his hand flat against its surface. He said his name, "Warden Reginald Drexel," and the circle jolted abruptly, then began to lower.

Frank looked up at the circle of light above them, watching the sky grow smaller and smaller, and it felt like he was seeing the last of his freedom slipping away. First he was down among the guards, and next, he'd be down among the prisoners. It would take a miracle to think that they'd ever make it to the top of that roof again. Frank felt light-headed as they lowered and he stumbled slightly, having to steady himself to maintain balance.

Bob Buehl frowned at him and said, "You feeling all right?"

"I'm fine," Frank said. "After flying with you all these years, I'm just not used to such a smooth and bump-free descent. It's throwing my stomach off."

The Warden was talking to General Milner, telling him about all of the improvements they'd made and how efficiently the facility was operating. The man shifted figures and statistics around like he was playing a shell game and the General nodded and said, "very good," even as the platform landed and the elevator doors opened. The corridor they entered was well-lit and decorated like an office building, and Milner saw it was populated with nothing but women.

One of the young ladies looked up sheepishly from a desk as they approached, careful to avert her eyes from the Warden and return to her work. She was dressed in an orange jumpsuit and her nametag said inmate. Her long red hair was tied back in an elaborate knot, and she glanced at Frank with large, doe eyes, and he smiled reflexively. He was a sucker for a pretty face.

They passed more female inmates along the way, each of them working nervously, each of them beautiful. "This place must have a hell of a human resources department," Frank muttered to Bob Buehl.

The Warden was like a bat, instantly whipping his head around to Frank and saying, "You noticed our little lovelies then? Yes, we are quite glad to be able to offer at least a few of these poor souls a bit of solace from the…" the Warden pointed down at the floor to indicate the cells below, "Well, I am sure you can imagine what would become of them if we allowed the inmates to have their way. It cuts down on our payroll expenses considerably, having a built-in workforce."

"You have no female prisoners in general population?" General Milner said.

"Of course we do," the Warden said with a laugh. "We obviously can't have everyone up here, now can we? So we have to be highly selective." He turned to watch one of the women hurry across the hall to get out of their way, his eyes lingering disturbingly long over the length of her form.

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