Ost Public Safety Inmates Novels & Stories

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.”

Within the vast, dimly lit expanse of the repurposed factory, now transformed into a makeshift prison, an air of palpable tension hung heavily. The two-story building was segmented into numerous private cells, each imprisoning individuals from four towns – a mix of Alphas, Betas, and Omegas ensnared during the operation. These cramped quarters, typically housing two or three captives, bore the weight of their fear and uncertainty. In one such cell, a family of four huddled together, their faces ghostly pale.

The inmate population just went from forty seven to forty six and the rest of the skinheads weren’t too happy about it. It was rare there was a confrontation in the commons area, but it was one of the few places where the inmates weren’t segregated and vulnerable. The guards stood at various positions around the room, unarmed so the inmates couldn’t arm themselves in a takeover. Then Bohdan saw something out of the corner of his eye. One of the skinheads was walking over to his table trying his best not to bring any attention to himself. Bohdan expected a shank in the ribs, but instead the skinhead sat down opposite him and waited to be addressed. “What do you want?” Bohdan asked.

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.

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.

Therefore, even though Elaine had to be taught a lesson, she should not have to suffer too much grievance. Public security in the United States was not good, and it was estimated that the prisoners who were held in the detention center were all suspects who had committed murder or arson and were awaiting their sentence. In this case, based on Elaine’s arrogance and her weak body, she might end up losing her life if she were to cause trouble in the detention center.

Geneticists working for Dr. Sawyer were dispatched to maximum-security prisons nationwide. The Colonel’s connections at the Department of Justice got ADX Florence in Colorado added to their list. The Supermax prison held the most violent offenders who were expelled from other prisons. San Quentin, Cooks County, and Pelican Bay were also on the list. Now, over five hundred prisoners have offered to be part of the study.

“Earlier today, during a transfer from the Greenbrier Correctional Facility to a maximum-security institution in Fayette County, multiple inmates escaped custody. Reports confirm that several guards were injured during the incident, though no fatalities have been reported at this time. State officials have not yet released the names of the escaped felons, pending confirmation, but sources indicate that some of these individuals are considered extremely dangerous.” A shaky cellphone video rolled across the screen, showing armored vans pulled across a highway shoulder, flashing lights, chaos in the background. Officers scrambled around the scene, weapons drawn. The camera cut back to the ancho