Baki Prisoner Novels & Stories

“How sketchy?” “The back of the van’s basically a metal cage welded to the interior frame with a couple steel benches on either side. The two prisoners already in it look like they haven’t bathed in a week and they’ve been using a metal urinal connected to a drainage tub. Probably for the same amount of time.” Pinching the bridge of his nose, Shepard cursed again. “Extradition’s a state responsibility and most of them contract with these kinds of services. Does it at least look like they can’t get out of the cage?”

He took the water bottle from the table and drank it till he felt satisfied. James in a joy mode that he looked through the file again and again. " We really got him now. Our first stage is complete." He said while smiling his hearts content. After relaxing tom stood up . " Sir I didn't got the detail of others but I really got one of them. You were right one of them really went in prison. We checked all prisoner details and found him." " His name is Mathew . He is 31 year old and have an old grandma as a family who is staying alone till now. After he went prison he didn't contact his grandma nor did she. "

Authorities have not released the identity of the requested visitor. Tobe exhaled. "So he's alive." Samuel wasn't convinced. "For now." Then Damian's encrypted messaging app chimed. A new message. Unknown sender. No text. Only a photograph. He opened it. It showed a hospital room. Chief Ibrahim Bako lay unconscious on a ventilator. Standing beside his bed was a man in a dark suit. His face wasn't visible. He was turned toward the window. Watching the city. Watching. Waiting. At the bottom of the photograph was a caption.

The basement is a cold place to die. The prisoner knows it. I can smell the realization coming off him in waves—a sour, chemical stench of adrenaline converting into despair. He is kneeling on the concrete, his hands bound behind his back with plastic zip ties that cut into his wrists. My pistol is still aimed at his knee. "Talk," I said. But he doesn't have intel. He doesn't have codes or safe house locations. He is the last rat on a sinking ship, and he knows the water is already over his head.

I nod, snapping my gaze towards her, “Yes, I do! You’re just repeating what I already know. Stay clear of A-Jun… I get it. I’d rather sit on a cactus than share the same air with him… again.” “Good,” Jane says. Getting up from the bed, she walks over to a chair, sitting facing me with her legs crossed. Second on the list is Kaito.” “Kaito?” I ask. “Who the fuck is Kaito?” “He is a Japanese prisoner; he committed massacre, terrorism, and a lot of atrocities,” Jane announces. “That’s a lot of crime.” I chip in.

“Names.” I leaned back, arms crossing. “Aight. You want the street names or you want the government?” He didn’t even roll his eyes, pen poised. “Street names first,” I muttered. “Aight… the first dude is Snakebite. He’s in Waller Penitentiary in Mexico.” Quincy wrote it down neatly, the kind of handwriting that belonged to people who still believed notebooks were sacred objects. “The second one’s Jag,” I continued. “He got transferred to Eastwood Federal in London.”

George was now seated beside the cot, and the prisoner looked even more awake and alert. “Are you going to tell me where the hell I am?” The Prisoner asked, glaring at George. I stepped behind Conner, not wanting him to see me. “How about you just shut up and answer our questions instead?” Conner said, his eyes narrowed. “What is your name?” “I’m not telling you anything until I know where I am!” “The military barracks. You’ve trespassed onto Eboncrest territory, and now you’re going to answer to us. What is your name?”

“His name is Baha' Faozi ” There was a brief silence, then the click-clack of keys as the lawyer typed. “Alright,” he said after a moment. “I’ve found a record for a Baha' Faozi. Convicted, nineteen years ago. Hold on…” More clicking. Then, his voice changed, a hint of surprise in his tone. “Ms…?” “Dema,” I supplied. “Dema Faozi.” “Ms. Dema , your father, he’s no longer in prison. He served his sentence and was released."

That made no sense to me at all, especially when I was still in the basement of the man who had brutally killed my family. Five days left, five more days left before my freedom would supposedly be granted, and until now nothing had happened. I thought I would be trapped in the basement forever. I had been counting every single day, and according to Giovanni, it was going to happen today. And now I'm beginning to doubt him because I don't think this will go as planned. Suddenly, the door opened without delay. I slowly stood up. Primo came inside. “Follow me.” No questions were asked; I just did as I was told.