Prisoner B3087 Novels & Stories

Larry pushed the door open and walked in, taking a look at Piper. She seemed more mature than before, she had a charming smile on her lips. "Larry, have a sit." Piper pointed to the seat across from her. "What's the matter with calling me here so urgently?" Larry asked as he sat down. "Do you know of a girl named Diane inside our prison?" Piper asked, leaning back in her chair. "Yes, why?" Larry pretended to be confused and said, "She was picked up by our third squadron a few days ago and is now living in a single-room cell in the prison."

I said. "They match in spirit" he said. Movie at 3 PM. Rom-com. He fell asleep 20 minutes in. On my shoulder. Drool and all. I didn’t move for an hour. Just let him. Because I could. *DAY 6: DEC 17 - THE LETTER* 2:15 PM Mail came. Official envelope. State seal. "Victim Notification Inmate #88472 Victor Reed Transferred to: Riverton State Penitentiary Estimated release: December 2034"

"Don't ever do that again. Either of you. I can't handle it." Agent Park appeared. Soaking wet. Her professional mask cracked enough to show relief. "Brock is in custody. Again. This time he's not escaping. Maximum security transport. Armed guards. He's done." "And Shaw?" "Being charged with conspiracy to kidnap. Witness tampering. Bail revocation. He's going back to prison. For good this time." Agent Park knelt down to our level. "Bethany, it's over. It's really over. You're safe now. Emma's safe. The threats are neutralized."

Smith keeps her sane. Evelyn has also gone to a police station in search of Josh. She has got some information and she also gave an application to let her meet her brother for once. Today was the day she could finally meet Josh. She was happy and nervous as the officer accompanied her inside through the wide corridor. They strode inside a room that had a glass window that had a small circular hole in it. "Take that seat ma'am, the prisoner number 238 will be here in a minute," the officer said and her heart constricted in pain as she scowled at the officer with glossy eyes.

I asked her. "Her name's Kitty," a guard said as he hit me with a baton on the back of my knees which caused me to fall and I cried out, "you stick to that, prisoner!" He spat out on my face and I grit my teeth, suffering from the harsh painful blow. "It's Prisoner VII," I said through loud breaths and gritted teeth, "it's Prisoner VII to you." ~~~

"K R I S T I N A J O K O V I C, Y O U are hereby sentenced to seventeen years at the Atlanta Maximum Penitentiary without the possibility of early parole for partaking grand larceny in the third degree, terrorism and murder . . ." These had been the words of the magistrate who in conjunction with the Jury after the infamous 'Speedster Killer ' had been apprehended by Captain Susan Claire, following the events that had unfolded a year ago.

He couldn’t stay here in prison. “Prisoner 103, there’s a call for you.” Josh heard someone inform him an hour later. In the last one week of staying here, he had become used to this number which was given to him even though he had not yet been sentenced. He dragged his bruised body up wondering if Dylan changed his mind about abandoning him as he walked to the prison's phone booth. He followed the policeman out to the phone booth and picked up the ringing phone, “Hello.” His voice was hoarse and tired.

Ella said Joan looked at her friends and at Sophia and Loris that had being silent since. She looked at Alpha Ellie who gave her an encouraging nod to go ahead. Joan took a deep calming breath, looked at all those surrounding her once. “Judgment will be passed soon to the prisoners in our custody, and I have one appeal to make on behalf of one of the prisoner, Ottio, which during the time we were in captive referred to as the Boss” Joan took a deep breath “So?” Tina asked

Kano Max Today* Cell 14 is empty. New paint. New sign: `NO UNAUTHORIZED CONTACT. PENALTY: 10 YEARS.` *3. James Today* Age 73. Released 10 years ago. Parole ended 5 years ago. Lives alone in a different state. Works as a janitor. No interviews. No book. No contact. Last check by authorities: 6 months ago. Clean. He never tried to reach them. *4. 8:22am. Every Year*

A frightened man in his thirties stared back at them, breathing heavily. "I didn't kill anyone!" he shouted. "You attacked her," Adrian replied, his voice icy. The man lowered his head. No answer. An hour later Inside a secured room beneath one of Adrian's island properties, the prisoner sat handcuffed to a steel chair. Alex placed several photographs on the table.One showed the villa,another showed Elara. "Who sent you?" Silence. The man stared at the floor Alex sighed."He isn't talking." Adrian slowly stepped forward he stopped directly in front of the prisoner."You entered my home."