Baki Prisoner Novels & Stories

"I am Komveena's Emissary Airburst. Can I apply for international bail?" Erios, following closely behind, displayed his badge, prompting the soldiers to open the door and allow them entry. "I'm sorry, sir. But this is a type 1 crime. Bail cannot be granted in all cases. If you really want to help, go and catch the person who manipulated this smuggling and make them confess. Can the Embassy Airburst Level handle that? Remember, you can't use weapons outside of your own place of residence here." Angus refused to provide bail, and even Erios' position couldn't change the decision.

I asked, my voice completely quiet. "We caught him on the ridge last night," Marcus said. "He didn't fight it. Walked out of the tree line with his hands open. Almost like he wanted to be brought in." I looked up from the photograph. "Where is he now?" "Cells," Marcus said. "Block B. He's been there six hours. He hasn't asked for anything. Hasn't said a single word to the guards." I picked up the photograph from the desk and looked at it one more time. At the scar. At the blank, patient expression. At the man who had been standing at my border in the dark, watching and waiting and not caring whether we saw him or not.

Who was this prisoner, and why was his record sealed? "I want you to keep trying to access the record," I said, my voice firm. "I need to know who this prisoner is." Kane nodded, his eyes locked on the screen. I turned and walked away, my mind still reeling with different questions. “Got it!” Kane clapped his hands, instantly gaining my attention. “What is it?” I turned to meet his happy face. “Sylvester Darkmoon.” He exclaimed. “What?” I gasped, my voice ringing with disbelief.

"I know. I see it too. But it's over now. It's just a memory. It can't hurt us anymore." "Are you sure? Really really sure?" "Really really sure." But I wasn't. Not after what Brock mouthed to me. Not after everything we'd been through. Not after learning that just when you think the nightmare is over, another one begins. My phone buzzed. Agent Park. "Brock is in a maximum security facility. Solitary confinement. Twenty-four hour surveillance. He's not escaping again. I promise you that." "What about Shaw?" "Bail revoked. Back in federal custody. We're filing additional charges related to today's incident. He's facing life in prison. Multiple counts. No possibility of parole."

Of course, she should’ve been used to the fact by now—Leonard was not a good man. “Have you ever heard names like Henri? Or Theo Boucher from him?” Chateau asked, her voice laced with caution. She wanted to confirm, one last time, that her suspicions had been a misunderstanding. Surely, her father had no part in the inhumane acts that destroyed Leonard's life. “I’ve never heard the name Henri,” Sophie replied. “What about Theo Boucher?” “Ah... Monsieur Theo Boucher is the representative of the mafia boss targeting Leonard. He was assigned to manage Leonard’s affairs and his adoption papers as soon as Leonard entered high school.”

"Since the matter was unclear and you were yet to wake up we didn't allow her to go... She... She is still in the basement!" Ryan was standing motionlessly for a couple of seconds processing his assistants word but all of a sudden, as if he was slapped to reality, he jolted up and hurried in the direction of the basement. Jack ran behind him; prisoners were never treated politely in custody, they will be kept in rhe worst possible situation. If they are proven innocent then the person will be let free but if found guilty there won't be any compromise, the culprit will be given the most brutal punishment or at worst, death. It was how it worked in underground.

Now it was time for them to pay. When I had picked up my phone and called Axwell he was there in an hour. We released every single one of the prisoner's by overriding the system and opening every single cell door and gate, and disarming the security. When Carter came running with his security, which half of them were my men and he had no idea, we had him exactly where we wanted him. I took him and all of his guards and brought them back to one of my favourite places, the basement. The basement is owned by my brother, it's actually the basement of his three bedroom house he lives in with his girlfriend and my nephew.

“We know where the line is. We’ll make him beg for death and leave him alive.” Click. The cell door swung open. Emmet stepped back and allowed the three inmates into the cramped cell. Bastian was sitting on the narrow metal bunk. Ever since arriving in prison, his fighting instincts had never truly shut off. Slowly, Bastian rose to his feet. His sharp eyes swept across the three men standing before him. Rex let out a rough laugh. “We’ve got a special room service delivery for you tonight.” “Who sent it?” Bastian narrowed his eyes and shifted into a fighting stance.

He brought out an envelope that looks big and a knife, he told him to take the manager down and make it look clean like he was involved in a fight and was stabbed and it should be done tonight. Jacob Qi's man nodded and came out from the car and Jacob Qi zoomed off with his car. He went back to the station and looked for the strongest prisoner that could be able to kill ,as soon as he was told about the man .He made a phone call and told the person to investigate about the man. Minutes later, the person called back and told him that the prisoner was a hardened criminal and has a family that stays in the Mount city but they are struggling to earn for a living.

*** Twenty-five minutes later Frédérico, Sergej and I are in the basement in fornt of the prisoners. " Which one should we get first?" I ask Sergej. " Well I observed them, the one on the right seems to be mute because he did utter a word, didn't even move an inch. The one in the middle is a scared little girl, and the left one seems to hold some kind of say over them" he explains and I listen carefully. I always admired him for his great observation capabilities. " Let's start with the boss, so the others piss their pants while they hear him scream " I suggest and move to the torture room. While I wait for my play-date I take of my jacket and shirt, not wanting them to get drained with bloo