Novel & Cerita Ost Public Safety Inmates

It's because of things like this that the position was temporarily taken away from me. "You will be remanded in the Special Correctional Center, SCC." "What?" I gasp, covering my mouth as Margaret decades this, by the way she is active in the argument, I think she is the second-in-command here, after Colton. The Special Correctional Services is nothing but the prison kept for high officials of government and celebrities, wealthy and famous persons who have committed hideous crimes. In the Crescent Packs, before you find this set of people I've just listed being remanded in prison, they have committed hideous crimes otherwise they wouldn't be, they would just be asked to pay fines, this is in

Her phone buzzed. Oates. A message that arrived at nine forty-seven on a Monday night. Bianca. I presented your framework spine to the deputy this evening. He took it to the Home Secretary’s senior advisor directly. I just received a response. A pause. They want to expand the scope. Not just charitable institutions. All public-facing institutions that manage populations in transition. Another pause. This includes hospitals. Schools. The justice system. A final pause. I need you to call me tonight.

“Aww, you are such a mood kill, CO Smith. I was just assessing my new inmate. I was thinking about how and when the fun will start.” The inmate named Isis said sarcastically with a sneer and even though it was obvious that she hated that officer’s guts, her voice came out soft and so sweet that I almost shuddered. “Right, especially with you two wearing red, two murderers coming from two big mafia families. Yeah, I guess you have the right to assess the new threat and try to see if she was going to be trouble or not. Now move your ass. You don’t have all day. MOVE.”

We stayed in that position for a while before she slept on my arms again, Whole time I just stayed there with my eyes wide open thinking, like I normally spend most of my time nowadays. After an hour later we got up and prepared for our breakfast, All the inmates normally gather at the cafeteria by 9am every morning for breakfast. Most of the of the people in the cells are mostly innocent people who Sinclair have put here for not helping his course or finding out about his plans, But over the course of the time I've been here and Adonis became King he has released a lot of people,

Halfway through the reception, Adrian also left. He had other things to take care of that night. He wanted to visit Otis in prison. However, when his contact tried to arrange it with the prison authorities, they were told that no one was allowed to see him. "That's not even the weirdest part," the person on the phone said. "We can't even find out how long Otis has been sentenced for. Usually, someone like him wouldn't even be classified as a high-risk criminal, yet he's being guarded like one."

Prison had a way of stripping illusion faster than guilt ever could. James learned that within his first week. Yes, he was placed in a special cell, cleaner than most, less crowded, monitored more closely. The authorities called it “protective custody,” a courtesy extended to inmates with public profiles and financial histories that made them targets. But protection, James quickly realized, was a polite word. It did not mean safety. It meant delay. The air inside the facility was thick with resentment. It clung to walls, lingered in corridors, and settled into stares that followed him wherever he went. Some men looked at him with curiosity.

If we deal with them when they are like this, we can prevent them from getting worse. Let alone we could prevent the spread of the infection. From the information I had on the facility, I knew they had a confinement cell that could hold hundreds of rogues. Technically, they had a couple of them. Under the basement, was a lower level that was designed specifically for containing rogues. “How many rogues do you have in custody currently?” I asked as an idea began to form in my head. “I think about ten or so right now.” He shrugged, then clicked on his keyboard a few times.

She opened her eyes again. “What’s my “clarified status” supposed to be?” she asked. Crowe smiled, almost kindly. “We have several options,” he said. “Execution is politically… dangerous. Some would call it wasteful. Permanent containment is expensive. Trafficking—pardon, “reallocation”—is messy when the subject is as high‑profile as you.” He tilted his head. “What we prefer,” he said, “is something elegant. A recognition that you are valuable enough to protect, too dangerous to release, and too complicated to fit into old categories. A bridge, if you like, between possessable asset and… managed public risk.”

The list is fucking long and it's alarming just how many people are armed in here and honestly, it's good that she's doing this, it's not safe. "Jeremy 419 and Christopher 301. Come with me, the rest of you can return to your cell in an orderly manner." She said and about twenty inmates or so followed her and the rest of the guards out of the dining room. "Wow, that was a lot of people." Ruth pointed out. "Yes, it a lot." It's a miracle we are all alive with this number of people roaming around with weapons. "See you later Shelly." I said as the guards ushered the rest of us back to our cells.

I spent the rest of the day sitting in front of my laptop and looking up Duran State Penitentiary. The articles I read about the prison sent chills down my spine. The prison is run by gang leaders and almost every day an inmate gets killed or injured. Being the most overcrowded prison in our country, cells meant for only 22 men are often occupied by 50 men and some of them sleep on the floor and share 1 commodity. How is Yoké supposed to stay in such a place? One article I read said that new inmates are the most at risk of getting harmed by older inmates unless they join a gang.