Ost Public Safety Inmates Novels & Stories

“Miss,” he said, opening the cell door. “Yes?” I replied. “Can you trust me and follow me?” he asked. “I was told not to leave the police headquarters again,” I said. “We’re not leaving,” he assured me, and I followed him as he walked ahead. “What happened to the evacuated prisoners?” I asked, remembering they were there last night and gone this morning. “The prisoners were evacuated to provide you with privacy and, more importantly, for security reasons,” he explained. “We can’t rule out the possibility of a criminal in one of these cells being controlled by someone from the outside.”

Lucianne was too drained to protest so she simply closed her eyes and inhaled his scent, concentrating on his heartbeat. Round three: environmental support Weaver agreed with Iridessa’s suggestion that public housing should prioritize ex-inmates instead of excluding their eligibility just because of their criminal record. The government should subsidize the first two months of rent, and provide a small congratulatory payment if the ex-inmates eventually manage to move out. The earlier they move out, the higher the reward.

Kadal that was nearer to the building's gate. He had decided he would keep him safe. And that would start right away. He would try all he could to make sure Skye or whoever was behind all these would be held responsible for it. The gate was opened immediately they got to it. They were welcomed into the compound by loud aggressive yelling. There were many of the inmates seated in the yard. Alpha Jones attention was caught by two big Alphas that were bound in oily shackles, same as the one the officers brought to his hotel room.

Leeuwkop, home to Noah Boshoff and 3600 other inmates, was located an hour away from Rock Union. The prison was one of the very few maximum security facilities in the country, with the pleasure of hosting some of the most hardened criminals. Despite the heightened security measures, once in a while, some brazen inmates would attempt daring prison breaks with varying success. The most recent grand escape was three months ago when two prisoners pulled a Houdini from the courtyard after making a hole through the fence. The pair was still at large, even though Rawlings had vowed to throw all his resources and more of the taxpayers' money into their recapture.

You can smell the blood, sweat, and tears that stain moldy mattresses and prison blues, or the garbage and filth that litter the catwalks and gun rails of the cell blocks. No one can escape. No one can escape this place; they are handcuffed to the walls, and an electronic necklace on their necks restrains them from shifting or using their powers. "You need to get out of here, young men. There are very dangerous and psychopathic people. They have cameras all over the place, watching us for 24 hours. If they catch you, you will end up like us." one of the prisoners said. "Don't worry, I sabotaged the security cameras; they can't see us!" Xander exclaims.

Ron couldn't stop himself from speaking. "Who wouldn't? The inmates were starting to get concerned about their safety because no one knew what she was going to do next," the officer said, passing his hand over his hairless head. "You could have just isolated her from the others. You could've done something to make sure she was truly out of her mind," Ron couldn't stop himself from glaring at the officer. "So what are we going to do now?" Damian asked when his phone started ringing. 'Please don't be another bad news," he mumbled as he tapped the answer button.

“…we are aware of the recent violence at Blackbridge Correctional Facility. The investigation is ongoing. I can only assure us that the safety of both inmates and staff remains our highest priority…” I clenched my teeth, annoyance bubbling up from deep within. What’s this twat talking about? My gut twisted. Every speech sounded detached and rehearsed. I’ve been around enough politicians to know how they handle matters that mean nothing to them. They tend to speak words that smooth over panic, not address it. But I wasn’t the public—I was a father. And my son was locked behind those steel gates where men were being slaughtered like cattle.

Either way, she appreciated the false freedom given to her. "I understand that this may be difficult, being in a male prison and all, but I don't tolerate any misconduct between inmates so you shouldn't be worried. If anything happens, you can tell one of the officers and I'll deal with the matter personally." He told her as she looked around curiously, whilst trying to match his steps. His words reassured her slightly, letting her breathe a little easier.

He was well aware that sometimes, the officers hastily made their rounds in order to return to their homes quickly but surely, they would have noticed if an inmate was missing! “Did the officers on duty yesterday not count?” West exhaled and then glanced at the others. “Yes, sir, I believe they did." "Well then why would some inmates be missing?! Just because this is a minimum security prison does not mean security should not be tight. Such a thing has never happened in this prison and will not happen under my rule! If there is a cause for alarm, we will order a press release immediately and hunt down the perpetrators. Who are the allegedly missing men?”

Jonah and Alyssa exclaimed in unison, "A prisoner in an orange-colored uniform?" "In the Fifth Prison, orange-colored prisoner uniforms are meant for felons with mental illnesses. They are distinguished from other prisoners by the colors of their uniforms." Sean blinked. "That prisoner knelt before Steven and clung onto his legs as he bawled his eyes out. He claimed that he wasn't mentally ill and that he had not murdered anyone either. He asked Steven to help him with his appeal."