Prisoner B3087 Novels & Stories

Soren Halvorsen was a guided missile launched from his past, armed with old grief, and Ian was the homing beacon. He was about to type a response, to set a new, final plan in motion, when a soft ping came from a secondary monitor….a priority news alert he kept running for certain keywords. The headline flashed in stark, bold letters: BREAKING: HIGH-RISK INMATE ESCAPES BSI. RYAN VOGT, CONVICTED KILLER, AT LARGE. CONSIDERED ARMED & EXTREMELY DANGEROUS. For the first time in years, genuine, ice-cold fear gripped Zhedya’s heart. It wasn’t for himself. It was a primal, electric terror that shot straight to his core.

At least an easier way to identify you," I asked her as I requested her identity as my friend. She nodded in agreement and decided to give me an answer. As I looked at her, I knew something was wrong. She does not talk much, or is it a result of too much maltreatment in the cell? Anyway, there was no need for her to talk much in order to turn an inmate into a friend. She turns back and points to where her name was, and as usual, it was an alphabet in combination with a number. I did glance at her name and read the inscription, "AK-307," I said to her.

Next book coming soon... Missing youth Chapter ????: Inmate 0214 The low hum of chatter within the other cells echoed and boomed but I remained laying on m- bed facing the wall. footsteps approached my cell and stopped. Knocks on the cell bars made it apparently clear that they were trying to get my attention. “Rise and shine prisoner, today's your lucky day.” I rolled over clearly confused… “What?” “You are Don Trever cell C317 inmate 0214, correct?”

After I got composed, I took a deep breath. "Alpha, do you want me to turn on the camera to see what is happening in the chamber?" he asked me, and I shook my head negatively. "No need, Noah, but I want you to inform Jerry (level four officer) about the new prisoner shifting to level four from level three," I told him, and he nodded, and his eyes became foggy as he mind linked jerry. "All done, alpha, is the prisoner that is in chamber five the one?" he asked me, and I nodded.

Dennis reported. Rowan shot him a cold glare. "When given a task, Dennis, ensure you never return to me with a report of failure. It displeases me." Dennis lowered his head. "I apologize. I will—" "There's no time for apologies. Where is the prisoner, and what do we know about him?" Rowan asked, striding past cell after cell, occupied only by the most heinous criminals. "There's nothing in the records about him." Luis held a door open for Rowan. "He's down there. Be cautious, K-Alpha."

“We’ll call a doctor. We’ll figure this out. We’re gonna fight this.” But Brielle didn’t move. She just stood there—hand on her stomach, her name finally her own again—realizing that some prisons weren’t made of walls or rings or contracts. Some were made of biology. Some were growing inside her. To be continued...

“Hello. This is the police. “We received a report that medical personnel at this hospital violated hospital regulations, resulting in a patient’s death, and a violent assault against a colleague.” His eyes swept across everyone present. I looked utterly disheveled, my cheek badly swollen, and blood still trickling from the corner of my mouth. It was painfully obvious who the victim was. I limped forward and said, “I made the report.” The officer nodded as his gaze settled on Tawnie and Matthew. “Then you two must be the medical personnel who knowingly broke the law.” Tawnie forced a stiff smile, still trying to wriggle out of it.

Beth read several items that she had to check, there is a column for the number of items on the computer that is already filled with numbers, and a column for the number of physical items that are empty, beside which there is a statement to fill in the expiration date. Beth is about to go up to the third floor when Saher arrived. The boss came with an angry face, he called Jun and Beth and asked them to sit down first. “There is something I want to discuss…” "What?" Jun finally sat back down, his face curious to see the boss who seemed to have a lot of thoughts. “Mark… I really wonder about Mark… the butcher… why do I often get reports that he is often in and out of prison… visiting his frie

"It's all about perspective, isn't it?" Peterson's response was an annoyed scowl. But now that Austin knew he was almost home free, he didn't flinch from the man's gaze, only shifting his attention when Gordon suddenly cleared his throat and asked, "Which prisoner were you visiting that day, Mr Hawthorne?" "What makes you think it was a prisoner?" Gordon and Peterson shared another look before the former spoke, "Because exactly a week after your visit at Leeuwkop, Noah Boshoff reached out to his old gang, and what do you know, a few days later, his brother was gutted like fish outside his mother's house."

Damian said with a look of interest. “Escaped from the prisoner's car while being transferred to the special prison for police traitors. International borun status, hasn't been traced for four years.” Marcus immediately pulled out some more information. “And she is the only one who can make Tedy submit.” A portrait of a cheerful-faced girl with a big smile, playing on a swing under the twilight light. It was probably taken four years ago. According to the date on the corner of the photo. “Where does she live?”