The Ludicrous Escapade Pt.3

Child Murderer

"Here's the file, Ms. (L/N)." The SPW member handed said object over to you.

You took it from him and started to open it, "Thanks, Mark." Technically his name was Mark Jr. He was named after his great grandfather who had died not too long ago. And surprise, surprise, Mark Jr. had decided to take up the same job as his ancestor.

"If you have any questions let me know." And with that he walked away to be elsewhere on the vehicle.

You were currently in a private jet. One owned by the SPW foundation. It was headed straight for Florida. Earlier this morning, you had already said your goodbyes to Bruno, who was returning to Italy, promising to call now and again. Of course, you had said farewells to Santana, too. He was more used to you leaving alone on trips every so often than he was before.

"Fifteen years at Green Dolphin Street Prison?" You wondered if Jotaro was really okay with his daughter being in prison for so long. But there was something else, too. If you remembered correctly, this was the prison the priest Enrico Pucci was situated at. Ever since you'd seen his name mentioned in Dio's Diary, you've had some SPW members discreetly keeping an eye on him to ensure he wasn't doing anything suspicious.

There never seemed to be anything of note, though. They always said he seemed good hearted, and was extremely devout. Perhaps you'd have a chance to actually talk with the man. Find out a what a supposedly real friend of Dio is like. The vampire himself was decidedly silent whenever you tried to bring up the priest.

You flipped the page to see what had been written on your personal file. Sure, you had been part of a gang and killed a few people here or there, but all that info was practically nonexistent in the eyes of the government and world thanks to the Foundation. You basically didn't exist. Which is why the creation of such documents had been necessary in the first place. So you were curious to know what information they'd choose to let the public be privy to.

"Burned down an orphanage... filled with children?" You stared at Mark, questioning his decision, "You're making me some kind of monster. I told you to come up with something cool. And, you know, you could've just used something I've actually done."

He let out a nervous laugh, "Yes, well, it's what we voted on. Also, we've talked to the Prison Manager Loccobarocco. We've told him that you're a very important prisoner that is only being held there for a limited time before the Foundation moves you to a different location. That way, if you ever tell us you want to leave, it won't be too strange for us to just get you out. The manager's also been instructed to have some leniency with you."

"Oh, you didn't have to do that. But thanks, I guess." You quickly skimmed the rest of the info you were supposed to know. It was all pretty basic. Mostly rules within the prison.

Before long, the private jet landed, slowing to a stop near the airport. Mark walked back over to you, a few other SPW members behind him,"Ms. (L/N), I apologize for this, but we must put you in handcuffs as we escort you to the prison bus."

You held out your arms, "Well of course. I am going to prison, after all. And it's not like I won't be able to get out of them if I want to."

Mark promptly clamped the metal around your wrists, starting to escort you out of the jet. "Once you board the prison bus, the next stop they will be making is the holding prison Jolyne is currently at. From there you and a few other prisoners will be taken to Green Dolphin Street Prison. And remember, you can contact us at anytime if you feel like leaving."

You nodded, "Yes, I am aware." After that you went silent. The SPW members looked a lot more like body guards than any sort of prison guards. But they led you to a secluded area near the airport where the prison bus was waiting for you.