Black Pentagon Prison 소설 & 이야기

"He’s not trying to steal the technology anymore, Elias. He’s sabotaging it. He’s showing the world that the 'unbreakable' Phoenix is a house of cards." Tegel Federal Penitentiary, Berlin The prison was plunged into darkness. The emergency red lights flickered on, casting a macabre glow down the long, concrete corridors. The inmates were shouting, rattling their bars, the sound of a thousand angry voices echoing like a landslide. William stood at his cell door, his hands gripping the cold steel. He knew this wasn't a standard power failure. The prison was on the Berlin city grid—one of the first to be fully integrated with C-Nova’s Phoenix architecture.

I looked away first. “Forget it.” I waved my hands in defeat I moved toward the windows instead, staring out through the little space available. “You’re telling me your bedroom basically turns into a prison?” “It’s a security suite.” “That’s psychotic.” “It’s effective.” I let out a disbelieving laugh despite myself only Ethan Black would build a penthouse that could survive an apocalypse. Behind me, Ethan exhaled slowly, “I’m trying to keep you safe.” The quiet honesty caught me off guard I turned slightly. “And shutting me out helps with that?”

Then they carried him to an awaiting black van outside. The black-clad men and the black van were infamous among the lower castes in Neo Manila. They were the notorious secret governmental entity that abducted citizens and shipping to the Valley. Secretary La Selva knew of their existence and never thought he was going to be on the receiving end of the abduction. When he awoke bound to a bed in a darkened room, he immediately understood what had happened and about to happen. He was going to be sent to the secret prison called the Valley. He felt slightly comforted by this knowledge since he wasn't going to be killed and only imprisoned. He took a deep breath and waited for someone to come to

The seven by twelve-foot cells not only had bars of pure silver but housed a layer of the toxic metal beneath the layers of brick and stone. There would be no shifting in Nightfall Penitentiary. Ever. More often than not, those who walked through these doors rarely ever left. According to the guard, this place held the worst of our kind. The wolves that committed crimes utterly unforgiveable, so abhorrent they could never be rehabilitated. I found it ironic the previous Alpha was being kept in their high-risk section.

Everyone in the imperial palace refers to this as 'the underground prison', and sometimes just 'dungeon'. There are actually two chambers of it. One looks like an ordinary prison, and one looks like a natural cave with no way out. No natural light coming through, making the prisoner feel blind. The first chamber is where the ordinary offenders are kept while the second one is where the most wanted persons are imprisoned, bound by heavy metal chains. This underground prison is located right below the Department of Justice, in which the current Minister is no other than General Yin Xiulan. Who would have thought that the boss will end up trapped in this prison?

He tried to keep count of the miles, but time slipped away in fragments. By the time they arrived, it was midnight. The van slowed, turning off the main road toward a high fence crowned with razor wire. Floodlights swept across the snow, illuminating a sign stenciled in black: 'U.S. Correctional Facility – Region Nine. High Risk Inmate Division.' Jake’s stomach twisted. He’d heard of this place, the kind of prison that swallowed men whole and never gave them back. The driver rolled down the window at the gate. “Prisoner number 859734,” he said to the guard in the tower.

I pulled out all the records from the drawer and slammed them in her face; from Bethany’s admission and surgery records to the final report of the failed resuscitation attempts. “Tawnie Lowe, your mother isn’t opposing this because the one who died in the OR was your mother.”

Not my bought mercenaries—they’d vanished the moment the protesters had revealed their true identities—but official Council enforcers wearing the silver badges of their office. “Mason,” the lead guard said formally, “you are under arrest. You will be transported to Black Rock Dungeon to await trial.” Black Rock Dungeon. The most secure prison in our territories, carved into solid granite deep underground. No wolf had ever escaped from its cells. “This is illegal!” I shouted, backing away from the approaching guards. “I demand a proper hearing! Due process!” “You’ll get your hearing,” Raymond replied coldly. “After you’ve been properly contained.” The guards moved closer. Their silver shackle

Vaughn Pritchard sits in protective custody, providing intelligence daily. He's lost everything. His empire. His reputation. His freedom. "The Council has three main facilities," he tells Jai. "Headquarters downtown. The research facility in the mountains. And a black site no one's supposed to know about." "Where's the black site?" Jamie asks. "Offshore. Island in the Pacific. That's where they do the real experiments. Bloodline manipulation. Essence extraction." Vaughn's hands shake. "I only know because I funded it."

He laughs as if I made a joke then says, "Prisons are not kept in palaces anymore, your majesty. The capital prison is on the other side of the city." I inwardly sigh at the information, disappointment soaking my mood. But then Malcolm says, "We do have interrogation quarters in the public wing." "Interrogation quarters?" "Well we can call them temporary prisons, I guess." "And," I start with a small encouraging smile, "Are people kept in it or is it just for show?" "An awful amount are actually. One was just recently brought in. But no one lasts more than a month." Haze. "And where are these? In the basement? Or is there a hidden tower somewhere?"