Bullet In The Heart

-2-

-2-
The young man's eyes followed Gemma's movement on the screen as the image paused.
"What? Do you really have no right to follow her every movement? She's a prisoner here, and the rules are ours...", he choked on his own words, as a dark cladded figure turned towards him. The figure was that of a man, and he looked at young representative in a cold, motionless fashion.
"Prisoners have rights, Mr. Dale. You are committing a crime by trying to dehumanize them. Should we put you there for a trial day? A week, perhaps, to see how it goes?"
"No, sir. I was just saying, that as the person who regulates this place, it would be a good idea to make it seem like a jail. The conditions for this prisoner aren't strict enough."
"Gemma."
"I beg your pardon?"
"The prisoner's name is Gemma, Mr. Dale."
"Oh, yes. Of course."
"Mr. Dale, as you have pointed out, I make the conditions here. Gemma is a special case that I will take care of, and in the future, it would be safer if you kept your curiosity at bay. Do you have anything else to share with me, except the criticism towards my methods?"
"No, sir. I was only delivering the message from above."
"Good. You may take leave now."
Mr. Dale stood up, nodded and made his way towards the door.
"Mr. Dale?"
"Yes, sir?"
"Do tell the committee that I shall be there at the next meeting."
"Yes, sir.", Mr.Dale said as he exited the room in a hurry.
The tall man went to his desk and dialed a number on his telephone.
"Monitor direction speaking, how can we help you, General?"
"Switch off the cameras in the gym for prisoner 13390's session."
"Of course, will be done."
"Thank you", General Walden said as he put down the phone. He looked down at the switched-off display with his blue-grey eyes. "We all have our promises to keep", he said and faced the only window in the facility. There was nothing to see, except a white, deserted landscape. It was snowing outside. As usual.