Take Back Denver by Algor X. Dennison

Author:Algor X. Dennison [Dennison, Algor X.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-08-06T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12 : Prison Surveillance

McLean brushed a hazel twig out of his way and refocused his binoculars on the sentries outside the prison fence. He was very glad he was on the outside looking in; judging by the haggard, beaten look of those on the other side of the razorwire, they weren’t getting a lot of food or exercise or human decency. The guards, on the other hand, were chatting merrily and trading cigarettes, candy bars, and beer bottles.

It was a hard thing to watch, not because the inmates were being treated especially cruelly-- he had yet to witness any beatings or torture or executions-- but because the guards and the inmates should have been on the same side. They spoke the same language, listened to the same music, and presumably shared many of the same beliefs. A year ago, some of them had probably worked together, known some of the same people, belonged to the same organizations. Now, they were on opposite sides of a razorwire fence, and for no good reason.

McLean was camped four miles outside of Colorado Springs. His side trip for surveillance had turned very serious when he found the prison camp. He’d been careful to avoid the roads and towns where Correctionist troops marched in clusters or drove one of the twenty or so vehicles they had running. But he had managed to strike up a conversation with a couple of locals, two old men that were trying to dig up potatoes from a small field. He helped them with the work and in return they told him everything he needed to know about the location of the prison, when it had been set up, and who was rumored to be inside.

Everything he’d observed from his position of concealment atop a nearby wooded hill corroborated the old men’s words. The prison was not well built, but the successive layers of razorwire and armed guards were effective enough. McLean only recognized one of the prisoners, a well-known Denver businessman that the old men had mentioned was put away for defying some of the Correctionist rules. McLean had been watching for hours, hoping to catch sight of Darren Bailey, but at the same time hoping not to. If he was here, getting him out would take months of planning and execution and would carry a risk so high that it might not be feasible at all.

As McLean leaned against a tree trunk peering down at the prison below, a movement caught his eye in the brush outside the fence. He realized he’d seen movement there before, but his mind had automatically dismissed it as a breeze rustling the weeds and sage brush that surrounded the razorwire on three sides. Now that he saw it again, though, it attracted his attention and he realized there was no breeze capable of stirring things down there. He briefly wondered if a rabbit was causing the slight motion, but as he looked on the outline of a man emerged from the covering of twigs and thistles that had concealed it.

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