Trust no one. (Sequel to 'What's next?')

Chapter 17

12th March 2258

Alecto's POV

A pair of binoculars sat on my nose, looking into the prison, trying to find any way of getting in. The sun was close to setting, causing me to try and block it out. I squint my eyes in hopes I could see some way to get in. There wasn't much problem with entering the compound, there was a problem with entering the prison though.

"Any luck?" I turn my head to the voice, seeing Mirko standing in the doorway close to me. I shake my head.

"No, we've got 2 days until there next meeting, and other than the guard tower entrance, I haven't found anything." I lean back, watching as she nods her head.

"What about last time, with the pipe?" I shake my head.

"It was the first thing I looked for, there isn't anything that official paperwork know about." A sigh escapes my lips. "There also isn't any pipes large enough for us to fit in, both under the water, and on land." She takes a seat next to me, trying to think of any solutions.

"What about any kind of ventilation?" I shake my head once again.

"Like the pipes, it's too small for us to fit through. But it was large enough for me to get a glimpse into the compound." I look over to her. "From what I saw, It's very similar to the other compound." I hand the binoculars over to her, letting her have a look at the prison.

"At least we have some sort of advantage." She peers her eyes through the binoculars, staying silent for a few moments. A few moments pass before she points at the entrance, looking at the prison bus going through the gates. "That bus, how often does it come through?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Twice a day, one in the morning, and one now. Why?" My eyes stare at her questioning, before something clicks. "Actually, that's not a bad idea. I mean, it's stupid, but it might just work." She glares at me, annoyed at my wording.

"Can you do it?" I nod my head.

"Yeah, everything is digitalised now a days, all it takes is a simple detail changed and it's done." I bob my head side to side as I think. "However, you might have to do a lot of driving." Her eyes go wide at my reply.

"What? Why am I the one driving?" I stare at her ridiculously before motioning back to the prison in front of us.

"This is an all male prison, they would not accept a female prisoner." She deflates as the realisation. "If you want to do this properly, we're going to have to act like we're doing our jobs. If your lucky, it won't be you driving the whole way." She nods her head reluctantly. "Good, there are 8 courthouses that this prison bus would be stopping at, if you're lucky, it will be reduced."

"What will you be doing?" I grab my laptop and begin searching, already hacking into the police database.

"I will be the prisoner." She seems to get excited slightly.

"Does this mean you'll show your face?" She inches closer to me, anticipating my answer.

"No, I'll still be wearing a mask." She deflates, defeated by my response. "If anyone asks, it's to stop my quirk from being used, and if anyone wants specifics, say it's teeth related." She nods her head in defeat. "For the time being, get a police uniform for you and a green jumpsuit for me." She mumbles under her breath 'green?', looking back into the prison to see the inmates wearing green jumpsuits.

"Right." She stands up, getting ready to leave. She stares back at me, wondering what I'll be doing for the time being.

"Don't worry, by the time we're in that bus, all the correct forms will be in place. I'll make sure of it." She nods her head, leaving the area.