Hernando sits at a table in the middle of the cell block with Miguel, playing poker. He isn't fully occupied with the game, instead he looks around. Who else is a drug pusher here? He'd either have to take him out, or go on with an agreement with him. 
[color=f7941d]"How are you going to get the stuff in?"[/color] asks Miguel with a low, shaky voice. Hernando shrugs. 
[color=00aeef]"Probably with the mail. Seems to be the best way at the moment."[/color] 
[color=f7941d]"How about the kitchen?"[/color] 
Hernando frowns. 
[color=00aeef]"The kitchen?"[/color] 
[color=f7941d]"Yeah, I overheard the guards saying that they are going to put all the prisoners to work, with certain inmates in charge. [/color] 
Miguel throws an uneasy smirk at Hernando. Hernando nods lightly to Miguel in agreement. If they could find a way to get in charge of the prison, the drug trade would be in their hands.