The Variable Life of Sam

14. Into the Lion's Den

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Led like a sheep to the slaughter, and like a lamb dumb before the shearer, he opened not his mou....

"Ooh, shussh, boy...shussh. This scripture ain't talking about some hormone raging teenagers skipping off to some out-of-bounds woods. You, my boy "is" a convict. If it was back in em old good days, some blood "hotted" Sheriff would have popped some holes in y'all bellies and the report would say nothing but "Six Poachers Gunned Down for Attempt to Resist Arrest and Attempt to Murder a Federal Officer". Ain't nobody gonna be sniffing around, looking for 'em evi....", Mr. Jones said, interrupting my thoughts as the soldier walked us down to a "detention camp",standing at the back to make sure no one runs away.

Before I continue, lemme drop few things. First, we were so lucky that the Games was still ongoing, that way, we meet very few people along the way, and luckily, none was my classmate nor schoolmate.

Secondly, I don't even know why I was thinking about that scripture, we broke the law, not like we were innocent and were being punished for something we didn't do, but well, on the other hand, we were being accused of something we didn't do but unfortunately, as the saying goes; "it is the rat found near the pot that takes the blame of the missing meat"(I feel so smart for making that up).

Back to the story, I didn't even know how to react to Mr. Jones said, and I couldn't speak out loud like I would if I was alone, or else, "fornication" and trespassing wouldn't be the only thing under my belt, insanity will take its chair too.

And if you can remember, Mr. Jones didn't fi....you know what guys, I doubt you will remember. Now, let's perform a little activity to help you remember ;

"Scroll, Scroll, Scroll that page
Back to Jones's speech
Where you see his lines are stopped
Tell me what you see"

Don't mind my today's "one minute madness". For those that still don't get, I was trying to remind you that he(Mr. Jones) was interrupted. I guess you know already who did that.

That was Mr. James.

"First of all, no one is a convict until proven guilty beyond unreasonable doubt in the court of law, that's in the Section 137 of the Evi....why am I even telling you this, not like you know anything more than sheriffs popping bullets into people's belly", Mr. James retorted angrily.

"I was talking of 'em old go..."

"Uh, uh, uh, I'm not done", Mr. James said, waving his first finger, stopping Mr. Jones midway. The obviously shocked Mr. Jones kept quiet, you know, you never tell if "a fowl had finally grown a tooth overnight", so precautions must be taken at all times.

"Secondly, he's a minor, ain't no court convicting a minor and moreover, we all know that the soldiers aren't gonna take them to court. Again, he shouldn't be holding these kids because he's not even a law enforcer, if not that things are just messed up in this country. Thirdly, trespassing is a civil wrong, you and I know that was the only thing they did, not minding that you queued up with that soldier up there to spice your tales, good old days indeed", Mr. James continued, still fuming. I still can't figure out why he was particularly angry about the whole thing.

Quite unusual for Mr. Jones as he didn't say anything again at all, he was just quiet. My mind came back to reality as we approached the "detention camp".

The place was the school's security building, so it had cells. The soldiers who was sent on duty to ensure security and order in the camp converted the place to their barracks. Just outside before the entrance was three soldiers on grey T-shirts and khaki trousers, playing Whot cards whilst smoking and drinking.