[b]"Inmate number 339-273, stop the cutting immediately, or you'll be escorted to the Vet's Office."[/b]

"Inmate number 339-273 understands and will stop."

He opened his eyes to take a long look at the guard with hand on his side arm, it was in a cross draw, 'Lefty' as he called him. Over the month, he watched and learned the guards by body language. 'Stomper' had metal caps on his shoes for the sound they made on the deck plate and preferred to kick rather than use his baton or gun. 'Lefty' was indeed left handed which gave him a leg up when dealing with most others. 'Twitch' was a fidgeting person, probably a smoker given how his uniform always has a whiff on it and his need to keep his fingers busy. God, had it been that long since a drag? 

"Change of plans, newbies. Your breakfast time will be held with everyone else in the Doghouse, well, everyone who isn't named Walter Ashmore. Looks like we got ourselves a celebrity in the building." 

Oh crap, this wasn't good. Often times the guards would give other prisoners an extra 'exercise time' in the main mess by turning off the bracer, not all, just one or two. Usually one with an uncontrollable power and someone with a beef like the 'whiz-kid' over there. Then the guards let them smack each other around for a few seconds and turn the collars back on before gunning a few down. They always do it with the new recruits. All the same, he hoped the would serve real meat for the food today if only to ruin it with a fight.

Carefully  and with no sudden movements, he put on his clothes for the day, trying yet again for the month to get the device off his arm. He sat on his toilet and doubled over to hide his arm as he dislocated each of the 27 bones. It was just like handcuffs and how you move your fingers. He had taken great care to move his limb as little as possible, eating and everything with one arm to try and let some manner of atrophy set in. Flexing up only when inspected for the illusion of security aaannnddd, YES! he can slip the bracer up over his dislocated bones. 

He did not take it off, he just made sure it could get past the halfway point before slipping it back on and flushing before getting dressed the rest of the way. Now that he knew he could get lucky, it was only a matter of time before someone else did something stupid and he could take advantage of it.