Im A Guard Stationed At A Secret Government Prison Novels & Stories

There was no movement that could arouse suspicion. " What is going on?" He muttered to himself. " I don't think Jael is in danger from the way the whole place looks. He was with one guard. Just one person. He knew that gathering people whether openly or secretly was definitely going to arouse a question that would end up interfering with the success of their mission tonight. " I think she is safe. " The guard said. " You think so too?" Badmus asked. " Yes. " The guard replied. " I mean , check it out. We have been standing watch over the prison in secret for the past hours. We have been here since evening. Yet we have not seen a single move that would say that she is being moved to another p

She'll come around. "The government wanted only the best for this case and we were the chosen ones. Just take a breath and think about how this will benefit us in the long run." I reminded her, straightening my white lab coat. I brushed a strand of my black hair off my face while my friend, Sharlene, scanned the card. That is how important this case was. The man that was locked behind this door is under government security. Before, I had always questioned why they were so persistent on keeping him in a science lab instead of a prison. Now, I know why:

Shawn responded, and I nodded as I exited the cell, which had been closed by the jail guard. We exited the prison facility; it was a large facility with many inmates; it was heavily guarded; there was a four-guard outpost on a lookout and some electric fences just in case a prisoner tried to escape; there were many prison guards armed with batons and tasers; I went inside the van with the prison police; the doctor is beside me, and he is a man; maybe he will really help me. What would Unice think if she finds out I'm headed to a mental hospital?

THE CONTROL TACTICS 1 ~ANYA POV~ The armed guards showed up on Tuesday, two of them stationed outside the building entrance like silent statues in black suits who nodded at me when I left for work and again when I came home. And I hated them. I hated the way they made the neighbors stare and whisper, hated the way they made it impossible to pretend I was still just Ana Silva, normal single mother, instead of Anya Torres, prisoner with a very expensive security detail.

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

Each step took us deeper into the parts of my world I'd spent her entire life hiding from her—the necessity of violence, the reality of what it meant to maintain power in my line of work. My security men stationed outside the basement door looked up as we approached, their expressions carefully neutral. They'd been following orders, doing their jobs with the professionalism I paid them for. But now, with my daughter beside me, their work looked like what it really was - torture conducted in service of a father's desperation. "Sir," the taller of the two guards said, straightening to attention. "The subject is still secure. No change in his condition since the last report." "Has he said anyth

Bryce at the moment. "I must remove any devices that you own, Miss Rockford. At this facility, no personal cell phones or computers are allowed. You will be given a government-issued one in a few days," the soldier named Thomas said firmly and I explained that I didn't bring any communication device and if I had I was certain that the metal detector we had walked through would have alerted him. He cleared his throat and looked away giving me a quick nod. This wasn't my first rodeo with the government. "If you don your lab coat I can take you to the cells, doctor. Are you ready to meet your subjects?" I tucked my bags off to the side near the dresser I was assigned and grabbed the white lab c

Matteo wasn’t totally a fool. A few hours pass before I hear it—the sound of keys jingling. My door creaks open, and the guard steps in, his expression blank. Behind him, a second man enters. His face isn’t familiar to say the least. He’s taller than me, dressed like one of the facility's medical staff, a clipboard in his hand. His face is sharp, and unreadable. “Stand up,” the guard orders. I obey, but my body is tense. The second man steps forward, looking me up and down before scribbling something on his clipboard. “We’re moving him now,” he says flatly.

I barely saw Morpheus over the next few weeks, having been bombarded with schoolwork and working at the restaurant, but when I did see him I didn’t get to talk to him much. The second time I worked in the ward after he woke up, I realized that he was being watched by the staff, as if he were some sort of terrorist or international criminal on the run. I half expected him to be handcuffed to the bed when I returned, but instead I found him channel surfing and complaining about how pointless and repetitive television had become. I smiled at him as I entered but didn’t dare speak to him for more than a few minutes since a security guard had been posted by the entrance to the ward. The nurses tr

These people were working under the jurisdiction of the governor’s federation guard and not the Battle Warrior Department. Prison 14’s surveillance was extremely strict and the staff members here were equipped with the most advanced weapons. In fact, they even had armored helicopters in their possession. In case of an emergency, the governor warriors posted to Prison 14 would be activated to fight. Crack, crack, crack! The sound of guns being cocked rang out. One of the governor warriors shouted, “Step out of the car!” Reiss was shaking in fear. She turned her head to look at Adrian in a panic. He pulled the car’s hand brake and said to her, “It’ll be fine.”