Ost Public Safety Inmates Novels & Stories

"... How are the inmates?" His authoritative smoky voice filled the entire room as he walked his feet toward his swivel chair. He gently sat on his seat and glanced at the nurses before him. He glimpsed at their figures and she smirked. "They are doing alright, doctor. The custody officers sent another two new men to prison, and here are their profiles." The lady with blonde hair asserted and handed the folders, she flipped her hair and gazed at the doctor. "Good, what about our prey? I can't see that the authorities are doing anything, you know that they can be dangerous," he asserted and took the bottle of wine and poured it into his glass. The two nurses lowered their heads and thought of

“What…?” “Oh, you didn’t know? Some of the inmates in the state prison are relatives of your victims.” “That’s not…” “And by the way, the scapegoats you used to take the fall for your crimes? They’re in there too.” “You’re lying!” “Of course not. In fact, I heard that Randy is in critical condition after getting into a fight during lunch.” “What…”

As much as she tried to ignore, she couldn't help but move towards the restroom she assumed they would be in. She pulled the door open forcefully to see three inmates who had a shocked expression on their faces. She could tell they were obviously scared thinking it was a warden. Seeing it was a fellow inmate, they hissed loudly and waved their hands at her. "Fuçk off. Can't you see we're busy?" A chubby lady with a tattoo on her upper right arm said. She looks like a lady in her late sixties. Althea was not the kind to bug into peoples matters but this was a different case. It's against the State precinct for inmates to smoke or involve themselves in drugs.

And why does he seem so… familiar? I didn't bother to pay Bright a visit. I just told some of the staff at the cafeteria to skip him at the buffet. They better follow my orders if they don't want to be on my bad side. Later that night, I sat alone in my office. The station is quiet. I had the other officers do the roll call. It's not even that important, really. We do it for formalities. The truth is this maximum security is a haven for large people who are hiding from the law. But not all of them. Some are just unfortunate.

There was no response but some pieces of papers flying and scattering on the floor. ******* Two years ago, Inmates at Mwembeshi Prison were wrapping up their day’s Activities and everyone was busy moving up and down. Despite everyone being occupied with their works, two people were seated on a bench and not minding whatever was happening around them. These two were regarded as the most dangerous in the prison; No one dared to mess with them lest losing their life. One was an old man while the other one was a young well-built man of about 29 years. The young man moved closer to the old man and whispered, “It’s time, I’m ready.”

"I visited him yesterday. He was making demands. Negotiating. Using information as leverage." "Inmates often mask depression," he replies mechanically. "The method was typical - bedsheet tied to an air vent. Most suicides happen in single-occupancy cells like your father's." "No. He threatened people yesterday. Why would he kill himself now?" The officer's expression changes. Lieutenant Walsh writes in his notebook. "High-profile inmates often attract... attention. It would be standard procedure to have the security camera footage reviewed." "And where was the guard when this happened?" I ask.

Some even fled during the last trial, relying on others to shield them. “Change their status,” I say, pointing to five names. “Strip them of luxury privileges. They sleep outside now. In the cages.” The Betas nod and rush to obey. Within minutes, five more Omegas are being dragged toward the outer cells, iron cages stacked against the wall where the worst prisoners are kept. The Omegas whimper but do not protest. They know better. Rael moves next to me. “What about the ones who are doing well?” He's not wrong, he should move some inside who have proven themselves. We did with Veyra and we do it every year. We're delayed this year. veyra has distracted us all.

"What kind of management?" "Protective custody," Walsh said smoothly. "Secure facilities designed for high-risk supernatural individuals. You'd be comfortable, well-cared for, but removed from situations where your presence could trigger further violence." "You mean prison," Sarah said flatly. "I mean protection," Walsh corrected. "For you, for your daughter, and for the human population that could be caught in the crossfire of future supernatural conflicts." Matthew stepped forward, his Alpha authority filling the room. "And if we refuse?"

It made no sense that she would be relieved to hear that a serial killer who had been captured was out on the loose, but she was grateful that for once in her life things did not go out of control. "Oh, thank goodness," she found herself saying. The officers could not understand what she was grateful for in that situation but it was not the time for him to begin to ask her questions. This was a dire situation; he needed to get her to safety and then join the other officers in search of the dangerous man. "What about the other inmates?" she asked. She wanted to make sure that there was no way they could escape.

" She declares. I smile, feeling relaxed with my best friend, as she keeps up her British accent her whole visit. I forget Niko for a while, as I watch the Color Purple and the Help, and binge watch the Simpsons as if there's no tommorow. Unfortunately, there is. And I have work. So fuck me for not sleeping at night like normal people. I make my rounds. I focus on inmates transferring out of prison. I make sure their mental state is stable, and try to discern their readiness for life outside of prison. If need be, I can petition a court to have someone'srelease date postponed. I've never had to do that. I deal mostly with minor criminals. Troublemakers, people with no impulse control, people