Im A Guard Stationed At A Secret Government Prison นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It is something that I am immensely proud of. I arrive at the underground bunker that is our dungeon. I use the handprint scanner and numeric keypad to gain access. I walk into the guard housing area, where every cell is now monitored via CCTV cameras. We have only one prisoner at this time, the human. Because he is considered a below bottom level threat, there is only one guard on duty. He is alert and on his feet as soon as I enter. “Alpha,” he says in respect with his head bowed. “Anything from our prisoner?” I ask.

Two guards with weapons and body armor, professional training evident in how they respond to our approach. But they're human, and we're desperate. The fight is brief and decisive, ending with both guards unconscious and our team moving deeper into the facility. The housing wing is a nightmare of individual cells, each one containing someone who was essentially kidnapped by the government for their research programs. Through reinforced doors, I can hear voices—some calling for help, others too broken to respond to the sound of rescue. Cell 7-C, my wolf says with absolute certainty. Our mate is there. The electronic lock on Brynlee's cell requires David's technical skills again, more precious

“It isn't your lucky day afterall. I gave you an easier way out but you brought this upon yourself.” I say nothing to the fat man as they gave back my clothes and led me into a cop car. We drove for about forty minutes until we arrive at a bigger correction center. It belongs to The Russian government. I find Big Tom already waiting for my arrival, as the multiple gates, gave way to the vehicle. They pull me out like a ruthless criminal and transfer me into a van, with armed men guarding me. Big Tom says nothing, as he's saluted into a fancy car. A convoy is set on the move, with I, the prisoner and the other most wanted criminals I've ever known, Big Tom himself , but I discover he's at a t

“The fortress is sealed tight. Our men tried… but no one gets past without being scanned, questioned, and tracked. Even the guards change in unpredictable shifts. She’s surrounded at all times.” I didn’t answer right away. My fingers tapped once against the wood, slow and deliberate. “Keep talking,” I said finally, the weight in my tone making them shift on their feet. They did and each word they spoke only made me angrier. “They couldn’t even pretend to be someone else?” I snapped, glaring up at my spy. He shook his head. “No one gets in without being scanned, questioned, and tracked. It’s like they can smell a lie before it’s told. She’s guarded day and night, no gaps, no weak shifts. Even

"There are new, loyal guards everywhere. Finn replaced everyone with his personal circle. He’s looking for a traitor who helped before." "We know. That’s why I’m here instead of a man. The guard who was helping you... he’s safe. He made it across the line, but he told us everything. He told us about the lockdown and the new security measures." I felt a quiet sob of relief hit me. The guard was alive. Finn hadn't caught him. "Jiji, I don't know if I can get out of this room," I said, my voice cracking with desperation. "The door is double-locked now. There are men in the hall twenty-four-seven who are loyal only to Finn."

I still had hoped to get through this, but everything fell apart because of my white hair color that was obvious in the CCTV footage. This is the first time I have been confined by the government, and I don’t know what my mother’s reaction will be when she finds out that her only child is locked up in the central jail of Tranquil. All I need is a phone to call my financial secretary and let him free me from being imprisoned. That Zygo also thought well about his actions, not including in the footage what really happened after, is a lot of thinking to do. “GD!” I immediately looked straight ahead. I saw Tara holding onto the railing and looking at me while Chris and Clark were behind her.

Maybe he said the wrong thing, or showed too much concern for me, or failed to play the role she expects. I pace my room like a caged animal, ears trained on every creak of the hallway. I’ve barely touched the tray of food they brought me. My stomach’s in knots. Maisey hasn’t been back since yesterday morning, and I don’t know if that’s because she’s been reassigned, or because someone figured out she was watching out for me. The door opens without warning and a tall, broad-shouldered guard steps inside. “You’re wanted,” he says. No ‘please.’ No ‘if you don’t mind.’ Just flat orders and cold eyes.

The officers work for the present governor of the state and not the former, like my state. The underground of the prison had been studied very well. I had switched off my phone so as not to be distracted by calls. Mostly, my love calls, which could distract me. "Here it is," I said looking at a door. The door needed a fingerprint to open. I looked around and saw someone approaching, I ran into a bush to hide and followed him in as he opened. Thankfully, he didn't see me. I followed the man and saw many officers smoking. While smoking, they discussed about a certain officer Morgan then their eyes met mine.

“I'm the one who kidnapped your head maid.” “What?!” “Calm down; I wanted the truth, and I got it.” “Y-you… what truth?” “This is not the place, but…” He suddenly took me in his arms, confusing me, but when he leaned to my ear, I understood he wanted privacy. “There's a different prison where we keep dangerous criminals like terrorists or those who try to harm important figures, mayors, governors, the president…” I nodded my head as I knew what he was trying to say.

The guard’s voice ripped through the air: "GATEKEEPER!" With a deafening, thunderous roar, the massive gate began to descend. As it lowered, the inner courtyard was revealed inch by inch. The prisoners were a mosaic of distraction and despair; some prayed and chanted, others dissolved into heaving sobs, while some spat curses and insults at the stone walls. Lara, however, belonged to the silent ones. Externally, she was paralyzed by a profound stupor, unable to reconcile her reality: she was standing on the threshold of a prison—a place that was not her home...