((A/N ALRIGHT! I've been deployed for some time and need to come straight back to making this story, I hope you enjoy it!))
(Bystikla's POV, HMP Prison, 23-C Block)
(1st POV)
It's been atleast a month since the interrogations, they've had me interrogated for atleast two weeks before sending me off to one of these 'Her Majesty Prison Services' Prison. I heard that it's supposed to be lovely by what the lady said.
(CM) "You want a tattoo there, Nazi?" spoke up my imprisoned friend from across the cell, finished with one of his 'customers'. I shook my head at him, he understood and let the prisoner run off to join his gag of friends. Being one of the few Eastern European men in this hell hole does drive you to find someone closer.
(Y/N) "So Jacks, how long until you're supposed to meet 1123 for the brawl?" I asked, stretching out and standing from my corner. His gaze shifting to me as he was putting away the kit in the hole. "Not until the lunch schedule comes, you'll be able to make it?" I nodded, 1123 was a bit of an asshat and needed a lesson.
BZZZRRRRT!!!
I jumped at the sound, breaking our peace and quite. I turned to see that our cell door has just been shut by the automatic system. 'Shit, we going into lockdown drill now?' mumbling the thought in my head. As I gazed out, I was shocked to see most of the nearby prisoners look at our cell, not only that, ours was actually the only one closed. Soon the well known sound of the cackling of the overhead PA sputtered to life.
(OHPA) "Cell 23-C-5, please move to the adjacent wall from the cell bars and face the wall, hands and legs spread apart!" The voice of the determined officer rang out through the cell block. There was the sound of multiple boots and keys rattling, getting ever so louder as they approach our cells.
(3rd POV)
(CO 1) "Prisoner 3214 is being moved for transport to Dartmoor," The bored sounding officer explained, being a bit on the slow side from the small walk, "From there he'll spend the rest of his 15 year sentence on Third Row Security."
(???) "That is correct, officer." A man, short with a balding head, probably just a bit shorter than the officer, sporting a grey suit, followed him, "This man is quite docile, I heard. Never threatening violence against the others. Makes it easier to get him out of here."
(CO 2) "Correct there, sir."
Soon they reached the Cell 5. There occupying the space of the back wall was two men, a tall lanky looking Neo-Nazi with a surprising low amount of swastikas on him. Then there was what the man in the suit was looking for, "Bystikla."
The prisoner had jumped a little, turning a little to see who had called out his name in such a familiar voice.
(CO 2) "Eyes forward!" Exclaimed the officer in a somewhat familiar voice, unlocking the cell door once the prisoner had done so. The two officers had entered the room, placing cuffs on Bystikla and throwing a bag over his head. 'This isn't the proper way to do this, who the hell are these guys?!' Bystikla thought to himself, panicking a bit. He was then grabbed by both arms by the respective officers. He could barely make out who it was on the other side of the bag that was looking at, his stance was familiar yet could not put his tongue on it.
(CO 1) "Prisoner is ready for transport, sir." He too sounded like someone, probably Jeb from the older prison he was locked up at. The man nodded and proceeded to walk down the catwalk to the hub, the prisoner in tow with the guards. Moving swiftly through the facility, Bystikla was met with a graveled floor and what smelled to be the burning of gasoline.
(1st POV, Bystikla)
I was soon hauled into a van of some sorts and seated into a bench across from the man... 'Wait why is he in here with m-' The doors slammed on both of us, I could hear the crunching of the guards feet moving towards the front of the van. 'What in the hell is going on?' All of a sudden, we were moving. I fell off my seat a bit, landing on the door with a loud thud.
(???) "Get up, I don't want you battered yet." The familiarity was coming back, still as strange as this is, he really needed to know.
(Y/N) "Do I know you, Mr..?" I asked, giving the usual 'I don't know you so just tell me your name' question. He chuckled at this a bit.
(???) Oh Mr. Y/N, you have really been sitting in that hell hole for so long." He responded, grabbing my bag and giving me the blessing of better eyesight. "Who could forget Sergi?"
I was dumbfounded.
(Y/N) "Mr. Sakano?!" I never thought I'd see the bloody damned day, "You came to rescue me?"
(Sekano) "Well, not just me..." He responds, guiding his hand towards the front, there I saw the two officers, two who I guess were pretty familiar.
(Rollins) "Afternoon, Y/N. Good to see ya."
(Sam) "That shit was getting my heart poundin', you owe me one now."
((AN: ALRIGHTY, that wraps up this chapter. Yes I know it's a bit bland and all, but this is what I had in my mind ever since deployment. I hope it's enough to atleast have an ok read. I promise I will make more quality chapters for the future. Stay safe my friends!))
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