Novel & Cerita Im A Guard Stationed At A Secret Government Prison

I knew which doors creaked, which ones clicked, and which ones opened when you whispered the right lie to the right man. I knew this place like I had a map written on the back of my eyelid. For future purposes of course. Outside the armory, a younger guard stood flipping through a manifest. Green around the edges. Easy to manipulate. They shouldn’t be keeping such people in places like this, but no one ever listened to me. I watched as his eyes snapped up from what he was doing, back standing straight. “Hey.” I let my voice soften. “Can you do me a favor?”

I'm still in this damn prison, where the Adams' family secretly executed prisoners. "Let me go here!" Kristen miscarried—She claimed I was the murderer, but I didn't touch her at all. But my explanation didn't help... and Radleigh locked me in here. "What were you shouting about?" The ugly bald guard with the scar on his face opened the door with his key and came in. "I need to go out! Please, let me go out!" He raised his whip and threw it directly at me. "You need to learn how to shut up!"

"The Architect wants you processed in the integration wing." "I'm FBI. You can't....." I said, with all authority. "You're a prisoner in an underground facility that officially doesn't exist. We can do whatever we want." The guard pulled out restraints. "Hands." I wanted to fight cos I was trained but there were cameras and more guards may come in so I held out my hands and they cuffed me and led me out into the corridor. We passed other cells and I saw Lucas through a window with the lost ones. I also saw Emily crying.

“She’s a Stealer, Shawn! You only think she’s your mate because of her cursed ability. But I’ve already proven that Jairah is our true mate.” “You’re such an idiot!” he roared. “What!? You think I’m the idiot here? It’s you! How could you be fooled by someone like—” I was cut off by a loud banging on my office door. My irritation grew even worse. What now!? I stood up from my chair and stomped to the door. When I opened it, one of my guards was there, panting heavily, sweat dripping down his forehead. His eyes were full of fear and panic. Wait—this man was assigned to guard the prison. Why was he here?

This was the old military prison, a reinforced sector built before the collapse, designed to hold the most dangerous defectors of the tribal wars. At the end of a long, iron-plated corridor lined with heavy rivet seals, two elite Shadow Guards stood at absolute attention, their iron spears crossing over a narrow, reinforced steel door. At Regnar's approach, they immediately unlatched the heavy security bolts, the metallic screech of the iron hinges cutting through the suffocating quiet of the sector. Marcus, who has been locked up was scared the moment Ragnar and dominic entered the holding cell.

“Yeah. She’s being kept under close watch. Zeus has personal interest in her.” My heart pounded so hard I thought everyone would hear it. It had to be Kiera. “Double up!” the senior guard shouted at me. “What are you doing, slowing down to eavesdrop?” I pushed harder immediately, forcing my legs to move faster despite the burning exhaustion. After what felt like hours, I was assigned to a temporary guard rotation near the inner compound. The area where important prisoners would be kept. Where Kiera might be. The guard who gave me the assignment warned me explicitly. “Don’t look where you’re not permitted. Don’t ask questions. Just patrol your section and keep your mouth shut.”

The guard greeted me as I passed him. "Kade." I greeted him back. "How is he today?" Kade was the only guard I trusted here enough to keep my secret. No one can know I come here, so I only ever come when he's on duty. "As good as he can be while down here. He does seem to be more lucid today." Kade's words were like sharp knives in my heart. "Thank you, Kade." I headed down the corridor, keeping myself cloaked with shadows so that the other prisoners couldn't see who I was. I don't need any prisoners picking on my father for his son being an elder.

"He’ll be stationed in the foyer twenty-four hours a day. He’s here for your protection, of course." "Protection from what?" I asked, my voice echoing in the sterile space. "From the distractions." Kai walked in a moment later, flanked by two more suits. He looked exhausted. The shadows under his eyes were deep purple, and his good hand was shoved deep into his pocket. He scanned the room, his eyes landing on me for a fraction of a second before darting to the security guard. He knew. He saw the same thing I did: the playground was gone. This was a prison.

She noticed the hall where the other prisoners were receiving visitors and was about to head that way ,when one of the security guards stepped in front of her ,without a single word, holding what looked like a blindfold in his hand. “I don’t understand” “Why do you have to blindfold me? “She asked, refusing to trust the guards who hadn’t uttered a word to her since she got here. The expressions of the security men hardened. “We can’t risk anyone knowing where exactly Cyrus law is locked up.” “It is a matter of national security”, the guard said, looking at me dismissively. “I don’t know what in God's name possessed you to come here”, a guard who appeared to be a trainee mumbled.

Usually the staff greet me kindly. Approaching the Gateway Station, the barred entrance to the deep cell block where life‑sentenced prisoners are kept, I pasted on my usual smile, fingers tight around the leather strap of my shoulder bag. “Good morning, Edwin. How are you today?” I greeted the gate guard brightly, expecting his familiar grin.