The Henders Conflict

chapter 2

Victor looked out the window if his cab. The skyline of the city was blocking the view of the massive dome build around the city. Victor was growing restless. He didn't like going through this part of town, never did. Too many people, he always said. They passed through the business district and headed for the prison on the east side of the city. The prison was now just around the corner.

'You can drop me off here. I'll walk the rest.'

'Sure,' the taxi driver said as he pulled over on the empty street.

'That will be twenty-three bucks.'

'I know, I know,' Victor responded. He pulled forty bucks out of his pocket. 'Thanks for coming on such a short notice, Fred. I know you hate driving here.'

'It's fine. It's my job to drive people around. Remember?' The old man chuckled and took the money.

'Just make sure you-'

'I'll make sure I won't be seen. Don't worry about that. You just get her out again, ok? I'll see you in an hour.'

Fred closed his window and turned the taxi around. Victor raised his hand to wave him goodbye and then quickly started walking towards the prison gate casually with his hands in his pockets. He wore a hoody to conceal his body and head. At the main entrance it said: ''Luna Prime federal prison''. In front of the gate stood two armed guards.

'State your business here, sir,' The guards said.

'None of yours, that's what. This is above your legislation, boys. Now let me in.' Victor walked towards the gate put the guards blocked his path.

'We need your identification, Sir.' The guards looked anxious. Victor was a head taller than either of them. His arms made theirs look like little golfsticks.

'You do? I got it right here.' He took off his hood, pulled his left hand out of his pocket and held it up. 'Now you look at me and tell me that I can pass, or this will get uglier than your pay check.'

The guard aimed his gun up towards Victor. 'I.. I need you to step back sir. Now!'

Victor held his ground and before the guard did anything, the other guard aimed his gun away from victor and pushed him aside.

'You rookies don't know anything, do you? You don't know who this is?'

The guard shook his head.

'I bet you never watch the news either. This is our general, you idiot!' The guard pushed the rookie out of the way. 'I'm so sorry general Stormborn. I didn't recognize you at first.'

'Just let me through. And one more thing: you didn't see me here, you got that?'

'Yes, sir. Of course, sir.'

Victor walked into the prison building. The warden recognized Victor immediately. Victor told him where he wanted to go, and the warden took him there without question. They walked past the cellblocks towards the solitary confinement unit. The warden stopped and opened the cast iron door of the cell. Victor stood in the door opening. In the cell sat a girl, seventeen years old. Short brown hair, brown eyes, and a grin on her face. She was sitting on her prison bed. Her hands holding each other and her body leaning forward, supported by her arms resting on her knees.

'You cannot not get yourself in trouble, can you?' Victor said.

'Well, what took you so long? I spent a month in this shithole. It was doomed to end in a fight. Don't worry, I kicked his ass, all of their asses.'

She looked up at Victor. Victor looked back at her. It was quiet. The warden, who was waiting on the hallway with his guards, didn't get what was going on. Victor kept looking at her. Eventually she broke a laugh, followed by Victor.