Breakout by Paul Herron

Author:Paul Herron [HERRON, PAUL]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
Published: 2021-04-06T00:00:00+00:00

About five minutes later, we’re approaching the corridor and sally port that leads into Unit 1, the first of the four General Population units.

We pause outside and listen. I can hear screaming. A lot of screaming. And objects hitting against metal, the sound echoing out along the passage.

It sounds like Henry was right. It’s chaos in there.

We move on, heading deeper into Admin. According to Sawyer’s map, the armory’s only a few corridors away now. Our pace picks up. I don’t know about Ramirez, but I want this over and done with as soon as possible. I feel totally exposed walking around like this. Kincaid might have sent his other goons to look for me. In fact, I’m sure he has. It’s just a matter of time until they find me.

As we turn into yet another featureless corridor, Ramirez freezes and throws a hand up for silence. I open my mouth to ask what he’s doing, but his glare causes the words to wither and die on my tongue.

A moment later, I hear it. Approaching footsteps slapping through the water, accompanied by a lot of voices.

The corridor is empty. Nowhere to go. I run ahead and peer around the corner. Nobody there, but I can hear the voices approaching from around the next turn.

There are doors in the corridor I’m looking into. I gesture for Ramirez to follow me and run for a door about ten feet away. I hear his raspy breath behind me, hear the voices and footsteps approaching up ahead.

I grab the door handle and turn.

Locked.

“Oh, fucking excellent,” says Ramirez.

We sprint back the way we came.

“Hey!”

I keep running, but throw a quick look over my shoulder. I see about five black guys with their scrubs cut off at the waist and one of their prison uniform legs rolled up. I catch a quick glimpse of the letters MOB tattooed on a few of them. Another has a picture of a dog paw. These guys are the Bloods, and they do not get on with the Latin Kings.

“Hey, man, who the fuck are you?” calls one of them.

“Keep moving,” growls Ramirez.

“That’s the cop!” shouts another of the voices. “Hey, come back here, little piggy. I’m talkin’ to you!”

We sprint around the corner—

—and skid to a stop.

There are another ten inmates standing in front of us. They are a mixture of races—black, white, and Latino—but they all have one thing in common: a small crucifix tattoo on their necks. The man in the middle—a black guy, around fifty, bald, with a neat gray beard—is wearing a chaplain’s uniform. A black shirt with the white collar and everything.

He steps forward with a disarming smile. “And what do we have here?” he says. “Visitors?” He glances at the inmates behind him. “What did I say, my people? I said ask the Lord and He will provide.”

There’s a noise behind us. I look back and see the Bloods sprint around the corner. They pull up short when they see what’s going on, then immediately turn and run back the way they came.

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