[hr][center][h2][sup][color=steelblue]Tuesday, May 23rd[/color][/sup][/h2]
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[b][color=darkgreen]Janggok, Kang-Dae.  Prisoner No. 922[/color][/b]

	"Cell Block D, Cell Block D, out time."  The loudspeaker, shrill as always, was just another grim reminder that Kang-Dae Janggok was looking at what would likely be the rest of his life if this fell through.  The now-familiar clanking of the cell door opening was a tease at the freedom the Korean had been stripped of, but he would take what he could get for now.  It was all just a matter of time until they broke out, anyway.  And, unfortunately, it was Ryan Hemsley to thank for an escape plan to save the convicts.  As arrogant as the kid was, he was their only hope of escape, and Kang had little choice but to put some faith in the kid.  It was gonna be a nightmare, he could already tell, but he had lived through his share of them and was still breathing.  Nothing new, in a sense.

	Since the incarceration of the five Syndicate members, he had been busy doing some research into the staff at Bollingbroke Penitentiary, and one name came up on the shit list of everyone he had talked to:  Richard Harrington.  From what he had gathered, Officer Dick was the garbage of humanity, arguably worse than every convict behind bars here.  Wife beater, power abuser, and just a general asshole to anyone and everyone.  Why he was on staff was a mystery to all, but today he would be getting what was coming to him at 2:30pm.  And it would be hand delivered by Kang himself, cementing the loyalty of a small number of gangs to his character.

	The Korean finally made the decision to exit his cell, clean of any weapon in stark contrast to one of the inmates in the same block.  Speaking of which, a thick accent cut though to his ear from close by, giving one final confirmation to the plan.  [color=darkgreen]"Just don't stay on one guy for a full minute this time.  Dead's dead."[/color]  With a low tone he spoke, the light accent on his words barely audible thanks to the many years he spent outside his home country.  So, with five minutes on the clock, he made his way out into the yard, keeping a sharp eye out for his target the whole time.

	And there he was, afternoon coffee in hand to compliment the chocolate frosting left on his second chin from a previous donut.  Personally, he respected the law to a degree.  The boys in blue got a lot of shit they didn't deserve because of a few assholes, and each of them was willing to put their lives on the line for the greater good.  But this man, this prison guard commonly referred to as Officer Dick, couldn't be a better exception to the sociopath's mentality.  A real piece of human garbage if one ever existed.  And so, just moments before Karma would come in swinging, Kang took a seat on one of the many weight benches scattered about the yard.  He set to work getting a usable weapon in the form of one of the bars, stripping it of weights to make something reminiscent of a quarterstaff.

	Four minutes, and Kang was prepared in every way to do this deed.  Lacking an emotional connection to just about everything made killing easy, hell it made everything easy.  A black and white world leaves no gray to force regret or empathy, only an understanding of good and bad.  Not that there was a difference at the end of the day.

	Three minutes, the leaders of several prison gangs entered the courtyard, mostly to make sure it wasn't a bluff.

	Two minutes, their followers came, some resisting the urge to kill each other on the spot.  They were promised a ceasefire would be worth it, and it was starting to look like this was the case.

	One minute, the guard rotations left no one but the target in the yard.  With an inaudible signal to a certain few, every cell door to this area was forced shut by groups of inmates.  Around now, the prison staff would realize something was up, but it was too late.  The doors were sealed, and an arrogant bastard was about to get the last wake-up call of his life.

	2:30 stuck, and Kang got up as someone screamed in the distance, bar on his shoulder.  Tobias was clearly doing his part, and that left him with the distraction for the riot to brew.  Officer Dick, of course, sensed nothing wrong from the comforts of his hot coffee.  [color=darkgreen]"Richard, it's time.  The audience is ready for a show, and you're my co-star."[/color]  A look of willful ignorance graced the guard's face as the assailant spun the bar in his left hand, holding it at waist height now.

	[color=darkgray]"Yeah, whatever buddy.  Get back to your cell and I'll go easy on the beating toni- OOF!"[/color]  Kang was usually one for a fair fight, but this asshole deserved the cheap shot in the gut he just took.  A short second later, much to the delight of the crowd, the center of the weapon was bashed into Dick's nose, smashing it and causing a river of blood to flow from his face.  Next up, the legs were swept out from under the man, landing him on his ass while the Korean merely plucked the taser from his belt.  After this, he backed off calmly, dropping the stun gun in his pocket.  The goal wasn't to kill the fatass... yet.  For now, he just needed to stall until the outside help came in and the other Syndicate members set their goals in motion.

	The chanting grew infectious, spreading from a few to the entire yard.  The crowd wanted blood from a man composed almost entirely of fat cells and clogged arteries, and that's what they were getting.  Every fleshy smack of steel hitting flabby skin earned a roar from the crowd, some going as far as to toss knives, cleavers, and shanks into the open space of the makeshift arena.  All according to plan.

	The riot was in full swing at this point.

	Kang knocked Officer Dick down one last time, driving the end of the bar into the man's right knee with a sickening crunch.  It was soon discarded in favor of a conveniently placed cleaver, memories of his mother coming back for a brief second.  [color=darkgreen]"Y'know Dick,"[/color]  He crouched down by the man, just out of reach while the crowd went silent.  [color=darkgreen]"You've had this coming.  Every cuffed inmate you shoved down the stairs, every time you cussed us out... and every single time you even thought of laying your hands on that sweet little girl of yours."[/color]  The sociopath couldn't help but crack a smirk.  [color=darkgreen]"She hates you, y'know.  Scared of you, loves it when you work full weekends.  And let's just say, she'll be growing up in a much better home now."[/color]

	He stood up and relocated to the man's right leg, starting down by the calf.  [color=darkgreen]"Someone start taking bets on which limb I get to before he dies!"[/color]  From here on, every savage strike with the cleaver elicited a joyous cry from the gathered crowd, the ones in the back keeping the doors closed as riot police arrived on the scene.  It was only a matter of time until a freefire order was given, and bodies would start falling in droves.  The outside help better show up soon...