Catch the criminal, not the Innocent.

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After the morning roll call ended lutz who was still lost at the interaction between the mysterious warden and the scaredy-cat newbie left and followed the other group of inmates that were being send off to work again.

Lutz continued to look back at his Cellmate, sitting mindlessly on the floor beside the their cell.

He shook his head and continued his way...he shouldn't worry about a guy whose going to be dead in about a week at most.

When the inmates reached their destination he went straight to his station.

His job is to sort the finished license plates and places them to a machine...that's it. Just for a good 20 cents an hour.

There were other jobs beside the good old making license plates like building chairs and (surprisingly a canoe), shoes, wartime wears, and laundry. But lutz never did like chores and complicated things so this job was perfect for him.

"Yo Lutz! got the new 'entertainment weekly you had your eyes on." He turns and meets one of his acquaintances, Allen jones.

He was a tan man with a strong muscular build, with auburn-brown hair, and velvet eyes. He pulls out something from inside his opened prison clothes and beckons him closer.

Lutz took a peek and saw a magazine with a front cover of a beautiful lady holding onto her cleavage...he smiles and goes back to working.

"Thanks, just leave it inside my pillowcase." He places the stacks of metal into the machine and waited for the other stacks to fill.

Allen was 'the guy' who smuggled goods from the outside without the guards knowing. As in anything prohibited like porn magazine, small weapons, that sort of thing. He would gladly give you what you desire but for a favor in return.

"How's your brother? Still at the medical wing?" Lutz said with not interested behind his tone.

Allen messages the back of his neck."Yeah, that riot did a number on him." He chuckled."But that what he gets for getting in on my fight."

He leans over to the big machine being careless and not caring the way one of the parts were moving too close to his clothes. "So I heard you got a new Cellmate-a scrawny looking one may I add." He grins showing off his missing tooth.

Lutz's muttered under his breath."He's something...probably the worse one they gave me." He sucked in his teeth as he grabs the other batch and places it again in the machine.

Allen tilts his head back."Is he crazy?" He asked.

Lutz shakes his head and shoves the other batch again."Nope, Just weak." He laughs."I give him about a week."

Allen laughs slapping his knee and running away the tears from the corner of his eyes."If that guy really is weak then he's dead meat for sure!" He chortles.

Lutz laughs with him."When I first saw him for a moment I thought he was Luciano." He stacks up another batch."They both even shares the same face."

Allen stops his laughter immediately."What?! Luciano? You don't mean that Luciano." His velvet red eyes became deep pools of rage.

"Yeah him but the guy I'm stuck with only has his face."Lutz shrugged his shoulders."He said so himself that he's been framed because of him." He rubs his forehead from the heat radiating off the machine.