Tobias Weiss.

Chapter 3

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                                                     Chapter 3

Hands walked about, slowly casing his new home, which wasn't a pretty one, some hours later.  It reminded him of an outside kennel for dogs - fenced in area with barbed wire on the top with lights –like back in the prison.  The box ran about three hundred or so feet around the cabin, he and his misfit bunch resided.  He reckoned too, the barbed wire was easily thirty feet up –and from his earlier inspection of a heavy shielded pipe tapping into it down at one corner –electrified.  He saw too there were cameras positioned on the fence which were watching his every move.  The whole atmosphere made him terribly uncomfortable; as it was clear his new home was to detain him.

Each had understandably kept to themselves, after they were left alone by the armed guards who had delivered them; as neither had any comradeship towards the other.  The member of the Aryan Brotherhood, who he discovered had come from Texas, just sat on the steps going into the cabin, which housed three beds, a table a few chairs  and nothing more.  Food was left in sealed foiled packages, with times given for it to be consumed, with each of their names.  From that, their next meal would be in three hours, then again at morning, to be consumed after eight. 

He did observe quickly, even though it was obvious they were being fed like mice in a cage.  That food only lasted for their late meal tomorrow evening.  After that they had no breakfast.  Which meant, either their keepers would come again to restock, or...?  He didn't want to think of the OR, as that signified, maybe they mightn't be around!

He approached JJ, who was whistling some tune, "Sure is crazy.  Yes it sure is.  Here I was a thinking I was going to be going down on some sweet tits in kakis, only to see your two sorry asses when I got here.  Can imagine what they'd be saying home right now, if they saw where I ended up.  Sure would be funny," he spat to the side.  And after that, resumed the song he was whistling, which had no familiarity to any song Hands knew of.

"What name is Hands anyhow?  I sure as hell ain't ever heard no one called that before, and most definitely no nigger, no suree.  Neither you look Irish or Scottish boy?"

Hands spoke, by going down close to him.  "Looks JJ, I have no problem settling a beef you have with me.  You name the place, if you're determined too pound on my black ass.  But unless your daddy's a scarecrow, you must be thinking what I'm thinking, that something just ain't quite right about all this.  Us three, different races, all locked up here."

The noise JJ was making was a welcomed distraction.  As he hoped it was somewhat making it difficult for their watchers to pick up on their conversation.  For the same reason too, he shielded his mouth when talking.  And blocked the hick with his body, so some lip reading software wouldn't interpret their words?  He knew he was only screening against the threats he spotted.  Like the camera looking right at his back.  He had no idea of what other monitoring devices might be around.  Hell for all he knew, there could be hundreds.  The technology was after all about to make that possible!

The Asian, like the hat throwing freak out of doctor gold finger, likewise was doing a round of the fence, but seeming to Hands to be miles away.  He hadn't one time spoken since they all met up.  As if one look at his new roomies was enough.

"If I thought we're off on some mission to Mars.  Or going to be miniaturized to be injected into the President's ass, hell, I'd shut up.  But when you look at us, we ain't no more than dead men walking.  And I have a feeling if we stay around here.  We're going to end up like that pretty soon, unless we do something about it."

He told JJ then of his suspicions, and the six foot four man with blond hair in a bow laughed, "And how you be thinking we be going to get out of here boy?"  So he told him....