All of my 6 roomies were quick to move away Herc decided to just sleep in one of the bunkers and one poor soul(lucky if you ask me) lost his bed
The others all petitioned to change rooms there were always empty rooms in these huge prison
Only one of them left, a timid young guy .still he was older than me but it didn't show in his small build his eyes always darted back and forth and he twitched like rabbit on cocaine
"are you a junkie?" I asked
"oh! Oh! Junkie,no no no no!.my-my d-d-d-da-ad was a junkie huhaha worst kind alcoholic, the most addicting drug according to who the rates of…"
An idea lighted on my mind I knew a few people who had the similar conditions
Savants
I wasn't certainly expert in psychology or psychiatry but I dabbled in a bit, and it was on top of my bucketlist anyways
"how many bolts are there in this cell"
"17, if you consider the Zach just stole one as he left he sharpened it approximately 56.34 hours oh and the air vent have standard bolting system which uses according to the ISU is a t5y6 coded steel ma…"
"stop, do you like to brag?"
The man abruptly stopped he was talking faster and faster
"no,yes,no!. I-I a-a-am-am j-j…d-d-don-t-t-t kn-n-ow"
"I know, you are different.and,and its okay no one will harm you in this cell"
I get up on my bunker it was the opposite of the entrance Herc just used to bed and fit barely
The man didn't spoke for a moment just rocked like a cradle little bit and stopped I saw burn and cut marks on his arms
I wonder if he got them in here or before in his old life
"what is your name?"
I called to him from the top of my bunker
"Aus-Austin"
"okay Aus Austin"
"no.no.Aus-a-Austin"
"yeah that is what I called you,now sleep well you are smart enough to know that shit is going down behind the curtains.and I hope you will get along with us"
He didn't talked for a moment after he only mumbled
"smart.me.finally"
With the addition of austin Herc and me still draw gazes upon us
Austin squirmed under the pressure but didn't break easily,man had its own demons to fight it seemed, stronger than a few thugs.
His bowl cut with glasses and dirty thin beard made him nerdy much, his ticks didn't helped the bullying he got, but with Herc and me at his side he was at peace for now
But after a moment I changed our course and strode towards a man sitting there in silence
He was Esmege Roin Quasimo a black man, a French. Different from the local ones, he was a product of imperial slavery of ages and he only recently one generation ago moved to there with his father but went back to its country to came back 3 years later, now as a mercenary on French corps
Then he killed the commander and escape to the America the new world…
but He found trouble again, or trouble found him
Man was unlucky born under a wrong star unlucky
I read his files beforehand nothing you couldn't get your hands on with a bit of money in darkweb
He had a little brother he was trying to protect
When he escaped the war in his country one of the commanders tried to molest him he killed the man with a drill by poking 100 holes in his body turning him into a human strainer
And after he were here, he tried his best and caught again nobody was good enough to give him a alien a proper job
now the boy was in a immigrant camp with no one in his side
I sat up beside him distracted Herc to sit a little bit away with Aus
The man had a short hair his sides were zero with a little on tops, military style
He had a one milky white eye contrasting with his dark skin it was blinded in god knows where the other was hazel like honey
The blind eye had a huge slightly tilted scar going down and below to side of his lips
He was taller than me 190 cm and was muscular he wore a tight tanktop
He had tattoos some In French some in his native one but mostly tribal tattoos his skin was punctuated with them
He looked me as I ate my porridge
"what,do you desire from me.stranger"
Her voices was raspy man were doing wrong job being prisoner here he was born for soul music
But nobody choses to be a prisoner I guess,not as a professional profession
It had a tinge of French but also the way native Sudans talked
"nothing, I desire nothing."
He looked at me as I played with my food
"then business"
"I have business,not for now but soon…and a favor from me a gift"
I should choose my words correctly because I was walking on a tight rope
"what,gift."
He almost spitted his words
I pulled a photo from my hand I had It on me all along but only showed it to him I felt his eyes wander to it several times
It was the photo of his brother smiling a little sad but kids was kid they managed better than adults
I knew it from my little ones they were strong
He immediately grabbed me on my collars lightning quick and pulled me as he slammed his other hand it banged like a gunshot everybody looked at us
Shit if I screw up I was done for
I saw Hector shouting and getting up
"HEY, DON'T TOUCH THE TOOTH FAİRY"
I answered calmly to him
"Easy pal its okay"
"just eat okay you will get hungry again"
I slid my porridge to him
He grunted and didn't touched the food looked at us without blinking
I knew there wouldn't be fight unless I wanted
The man breathed angrily from his nose like a bull
Trying to seem calm, I confess I was scared as shit
But I managed it anyways and he got back on his seat
"so hasty, are you on a rush or chase"
"could be depending on your answer, I might kill you this time"
"your brother is safe he is in a childcare center and he could visit you in a few months even"
"h-how"
The before furious man now was taken aback
"friends in places. Don't thank me, It was only fair.he is safe now"
I got up abruptly the Herc followed as he never stopped its gaze at the Esmege
The Austin followed us like a little duck everybody parted ways before us again
He caught the hook at the and our second powerhouse
the time was ticking and the big ones would start to grunt at our presence any time now
But I was working too
piece by piece ,step by step
I was grinding my fangs