Riot(17)

Grace grabbed his arm as he was about to rise. “Please, let me go,” she begged.

“No.” Before she could say anything else, he moved away. She refused to let her frightened tears fall. She sat numbly and watched as the men gathered to the side of the room and talked with lowered voices. Then Fade broke away from the group and systematically destroyed all the cameras.
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The three guards were placed in different areas of the room as the prisoners made their plans. Grace tried to listen but couldn’t hear anything. Ice seemed to be doing most of the talking with the other men cutting in frequently. The men at last seemed to come to an agreement and took their places around the room and outside in the hallway.

Buzzard dragged in two prisoners who had been shot. Neither of their wounds seemed bad, but the one they dragged into another room didn’t seem to be moving.

“Is he dead?” Grace’s voice trembled.

“As a doornail,” Max joked, sitting down next to her.

She glared at his insensitivity.

“Don’t feel too bad for the bastard. He was in here for raping his fourteen-year-old neighbor.”

Any sympathy for the man died at Max’s response.

“Most of the men have been trying to stick him for the last two months. He was set to get out next month,” he went on to explain.

Grace didn’t reply. In many ways, the judicial system sucked, and the prisoners had their own sense of honor.

While the men settled down, she wondered what they were waiting for when one of them turned on the television set on the wall.

The news was on. There was a reporter outside the prison’s wall, reporting the attempted escaped. Grace swallowed hard. When CeCe or Ross heard the news, they would immediately call her parents. They would be frightened for her safety and get on a plane immediately. Grace worried about them; it would be hard for them to deal with the danger she was in.

The reporter drew her attention.

“No one knows how many hostages they have. It has been estimated that there are three guards and a local teacher from the college who are on site, teaching a computer course. Nothing has been confirmed.”

A groan slipped past her lips.

“Family?” Max’s compassionate question had her throat growing tight.

Grace nodded, unable to take her eyes off the television. “My parents and brother. They’ll be worried sick.”

“I’ll keep you safe.” Grace turned to him, about to plead. “I follow Ice’s orders.”

Grace returned to watching the television, using it to distract her from what was happening around her. The same news kept repeating itself, however, and she quickly became bored, beginning to feel uncomfortable.

“I need to go to the restroom,” she whispered to Max, ignoring Jackal’s silent presence next to her.

He stood up, and when he did, Ice left the men he had been helping, using whatever they could to block the windows.

“She needs to use the restroom,” Jackal told Ice.

Her face turned red in embarrassment as Ice took her arm, leading her to a door on the side of the room. Opening it, he motioned her inside. She walked in, seeing a toilet and sink.

“Hurry up.”

Grace jumped as he closed the door behind her. She used the toilet as fast as she could, afraid he would open the door, then hurriedly washed her hands. As soon as she turned off the water, the door opened. Their eyes met as she walked toward him. He didn’t try to hide his gaze from traveling down the length of her body, lingering on her breasts.

Ice didn’t move away from the doorway as she drew closer.

“Don’t worry so much. I’m not going to let anyone touch you.” His words weren’t reassuring.

Grace took a step back waiting for him to move from the doorway, not wanting to get too close. “Does that mean you, too?”

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“Be good.” With his warning, he went back to fortifying the windows.

“There’s no way they’re going to let you men out of here.”

Their amusement showed, but they didn’t talk to her, both watching the television screen.

In the brief minutes she had been in the bathroom, the news had updated. Now it showed the many police cars and tactical teams surrounding the prison.

A man was giving a statement, and across the bottom of the screen it stated he was in charge of the prison.

He quieted the reporters before speaking, stating without emotion that, inside the prison, there were four hostages, three of which were guards and lastly her. He released her name and said her family had been notified and were in transit, bringing her fears to realization. Her parents and brother were on their way to the scene she was watching on the television.