Page 72 of Consequences

“Maybe.”

“Maybe? I thought you had a reputation of being a genius or something.”

“My reputation?”

Sniffling, he seems to have the same issue Brock does. Can he trust the man sitting on the ground wearing an orange jumpsuit?

“I know people who know the Drifters. People who say you could possibly help me out with an issue or two.”

“An issue or two?”

“But in order for that to happen, I need you to trust me. And I need to do something as a sign of good faith for you to do that.”

He laughs. “Like locking me up in solitary?”

“Look, can we just forget for a moment that you’re a Drifter and I’m a prison guard? We’re just two guys talking.”

“You heard from people who told you my wife was pregnant?”

“The warden knows, too. He wanted to tell you right before he has you killed.”

There it is. The truth Brock needed to know whether he can trust Tony or not. “How’s he planning to take me out?”

“I don’t know. I’m not on the inside because he doesn’t own me. But if you got a plan to get out of here alive, you gotta move fast.”

Yeah, I got a plan, but I need more than a pencil and paper to do it. I need a fucking computer.

“I have a plan, but my resources are a bit limited. There’s clearly a reason I’m not allowed near the computers,” he says.

It’s the truth. Every other inmate gets computer privileges with the exception of sex offenders locked away for the things they purchased or kept on their computers. And Brock. Because they know enough about him to see the danger of giving him even five minutes with any type of technology.

“Computer privileges aren’t exactly possible,” Tony says. “You definitely need it?”

Brock levels him with a glare. “That’s kind of my bread and butter. I thought you said you’d heard about me.”

He smirks. “Fair enough. Any part of your plan require getting a message to the outside?”

“Yeah, I need my laptop. Think you could get a note to Lily? Tell her what I need? The only issue we have from there is getting it to me.”

Tapping his fingers on his bicep, Tony scrunches his face. “I have an idea, but you might not like it.”

“If it gets me my laptop, I don’t really care.”

“Gotta get into the infirmary. Once I get it from Hankinson, I can get it to you in there. The only area no one else will be able to see or stop you.”

That’s not a bad idea. “Okay, I can do that. What do you need from me?”

Leaning back, Tony looks around outside of the cell again. Whatever it is, it requires complete secrecy. Being here this long is already a risk. “Bill and the warden.”

“Which one’s Bill?”

“The one who took you to meet Hankinson.”

The one who made the shit remarks to Lily. “Him. Okay… What about them?”

“It sure would be tragic if something happened to them when you’re on the outside after all the shit they’ve pulled in here.”

“What’s the deal with Bill? Why’s he so far up the warden’s ass? You aren’t.”

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