Sweat, Treachery and Scorn (WAYHAUGHT)

🔪 The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face🔪

It shouldn't have ended like that. It's all Waverly Earp can think about. Everything had been planned down to the tiniest detail, including the shifts the cleaning crew worked and the positions of the CCTV cameras and the history of every artefact at the Royal Alberta Museum. Even Wynonna, her older sister who didn't give a hoot about history had listened to her younger sibling and had read over the notes she'd prepared on everything, even though she thought it was a precious waste of time.

They had been planning one of their biggest heists yet, a heist to go after some aboriginal artefacts that were extremely rare that had just been returned to the museum. After receiving letters of support from First Nations and Métis representatives, the Royal Alberta Museum was the successful bidder for 33 of the 43 objects at the auction for the items at a total price of $1.1 million. The purchase of the artefacts was made possible with the financial support of $600,000 from the Government of Canada and $486,000 from the Alberta government. 

The artefacts consisted of a Blackfoot dress made of mountain sheep's skin, a rare finger-woven Métis sash, a beaded Plains Cree pad saddle and the Earl James Carnegie's journal. Waverly and Wynonna had planned to steal all the artefacts, before selling them on the black market to profit out of them. 

But it had all gone horribly wrong for the Dynamite Sisters. Just as Waverly had been preparing their calling card―you guessed it, a string of dynamite they had planned to blow up to create a hole in the side of the building―dozens of police swat teams had stormed the museum, guns loaded in their direction and a helicopter whizzing overhead, along with the faint sounds of sniffer dogs barking excitedly outside. It was a miracle Wynonna escaped. 

She hadn't been so lucky. An officer tackled her to the ground before she could ignite the fuse, leading to a scuffle between them that ended in her arrest. She remembered crying in agony at the unbearable pain of failing, fearful of going to prison for the first time. Her tears had mingled with the blood from her bloody nose, but no one cared as she was bundled into the back of a police cruiser and driven away. 

Now, two weeks later, after having been sentenced to seven years in prison, she was being transferred to Black Rock Prison. It was supposed to be one of the most well protected facilities in the state, but she knew that was bullshit. There were always cops willing to help prisoners escape for money or drugs, at least according to her friend Jeremy, who had been in prison four times after getting caught selling stolen government secrets on the black market. 

Waverly was never going to see Wynonna or Jeremy again, at least not until her sentence was over. How could she spend seven years away from the only family she'd ever had? It was so unfair. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the blue and red sirens flashing behind her eyelids. It made her sick. She was a failure for being caught. Nothing would change her mind. 

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Nicole Haught sat hunched over her bowl of porridge, cradling it like it was her last meal. It was entirely possible it could be. The cook always made her porridge extra sweet, as the redhead would fill her in on the gossip in the prison in exchange. She didn't know why Bertha was so interested in knowing what the inmates were up to, but she got better food than the others in exchange, so who was she to complain? She shovelled the gloop down her throat, trying not to think about the unsavoury texture of it as it slipped down her throat.   

Nicole had been in prison for the past five years, but no one knew what for. It was rumoured she had powerful allies, since she'd escaped prison several times. Everyone knew to stay clear of her though, ever since she'd stabbed herself with a fork just to prove that she was tougher than that fake tart Stephanie Jones. People knew she was crazy, and she thrived on making her fellow convicts quiver in fear whenever they met her eyes.