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They tied up the culprits and ushered them out of the office. “Show me the records of the rest of the prisoners.” I had considered doing this when I visited this place for Lena. The prison complex was the only place that hadn’t been renovated in the last twenty years! Maybe Alpha Atticus never visited the place! But I would want the prisoners to do something productive with their lives. I would give them a second chance if their crimes were pardonable!

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A place like Eunice Villa. I knew before I even set foot on the compound that the house would be rigged with high-end, innovative technology. Security cameras, smart locks, alarms, all the works. But prison had taught me a simple truth: no matter how smart the system, there was always a way to make it dumb. And the first lesson was simple, find the control garage. Without it, I would not stand a chance. With it, I could silence alarms, darken the lights, and shut the house down.

"The lifeline of America is either in its landscapes or underground." Amelia ran her finger across it and said, "It shouldn't be, it doesn't rely on those nutrients." "There was brutality in the prison," Carl, who was standing there reading the documents, suddenly spoke up, pointing to an article in the "Chicago Tribune." "Back then, those who were sent to prison mostly ended up dead. The foreigners wouldn't let anyone escape, and they used deadly interrogation methods. Some people couldn't bear it and ended up becoming spies, while others had the possibility of their blood flowing all over their bodies."

But for whatever reason, Helios’ anti homicide laws made them the same. Blanket rules that were absolute served no-one. Except, perhaps, the prison industrial complex. “Do you have any questions?” asked the administrator. “No,” Eva replied. “I understand.”

my friend said to me, "come with me and I will show you to the store. We have to be quick as we are already running late." "Alright, let's go," I replied as I followed her lead. I watched as many of the prisoners went to the store to keep their tools and return to the cell, and I thought, why would any of them not think of escaping the cell at this moment? But it seems impossible, even though they allowed us to move freely at times. There are guards everywhere and inside the prison watching us, and there is also some sort of technology that was being used in the prison, which concluded the case.

Consequently, I found it hard to get much sleep. There were no rats. There was no dripping water and no slimy mould on the walls. It was a three star dungeon by anyone’s standards, and from now on it would definitely be the standard against which I would measure all future penal institutions. Also, the lack of anal rape was a very welcome feature I hoped all prisons would adopt. All in all, it was a very progressive and nicely maintained facility. Certainly the best I had encountered. 5/7, would happily be incarcerated again.

The prison did not weaken only because of her power. It weakened because it was old. Ancient sacrifices fading. The wolves who forged it were long dead. Their will thinning. The being was right about one thing— This could not last forever. But freeing it was not the answer. She inhaled slowly. “There is another way.” Silence followed. The being’s eyes narrowed. “There is always another way,” she continued, thinking aloud. “The prison was built from choice. Not force.” “Yes.” “Then it can be renewed.”

“That information was kept secret, of course. My grandfather didn’t want people thinking that their pack house had such a sad or tragic history. Prisons today are terrible, but prisons back then….” He didn’t need to say more. Disease, abuse, and a juvenile excuse for a justice system meant that once the majority of prisoners entered the cells, they rarely made it out alive. “Anyway. The whole modernization included security, technology, and it’s not even done yet. The Alpha Guard has been working for decades to disguise this place for what it was, and transform it into something--some place-- that people want to be.” I reflected on the empty halls, the dimly lit rooms, and the general emptin

“It’s like I’m in prison all over again.” “Relax, okay?” “No,” he shook his head. “The first time he went to prison, you had to beef this entire place with security from the police and even private security. This entire place felt like a prison. The children had to go to school like they were money being conveyed to a bank. They had to go with security. You had to, at some point, stop them from going to school and had to homeschool them because Nathan was in prison and he could come after the children. Months passed and then you decided to let go. And that took a lot of persuasion from my end. And after you let go of it, just two months after security is out, now we have to go back into pris