other two prisoners posed no immediate threat.
My legs climbed their way up the man I was wrestling with until I managed to get my shin across the front of his neck. A quick shift of momentum and I spun around, coming out on top with his neck in a death grip between my legs. I arched and twisted. His mouth opened and his face turned pale and his neck was close to snapping. He slapped and clawed at my legs. I felt like a savage, yelling as I neared the moment when I planned to lurch and end his life.
The MPs intervened, one hitting me over the head with a blackjack. They pulled at my legs and freed the man from the death grip. His loud gasps for air filled the room as he crawled across the slick floor on his belly to the row of sinks.
I felt my body pulled from the floor and flung through the air and pinned against the wall. The MPs held me there while three of the four men stood.
The door opened and the third MP stuck his head in. "What the hell is taking so long?"
No one said anything.
He entered the room.
"Jesus Christ," he said. "What the hell happened in here?"
I caught his eye and smiled. "You guys got no idea who you're messing with, do you?"
"Shut up."
The MP with the blackjack slammed it across my stomach.
I grimaced against the pain, forcing a smile even though I couldn't breathe.
"Just end him, and let's get out of here," the third MP said.
The big man stepped forward. "Let me do it." He bared his teeth at me.
"No," the MP said. He grabbed the big man by his shoulder. "You guys need to get the hell out of here."
The big man spun. "Like hell, man. He's ours." His large arm stretched out toward me. He took two steps forward, looked back at the MP. "Just try and stop me."
I knew the MP wouldn't, so I did. I lifted my leg toward my chest and drove my heel down and into the side of his knee. Popping sounds filled the room as his ACL and MCL tore upon impact. He went down hard, his head slamming into the tile floor, a pool of blood forming under him.
All hell broke loose after that.
The MPs quickly took care of the two standing prisoners, restraining them and piling them near the door. Easy work, considering I'd already beaten them. With the prisoners out of the way, the MPs turned their attention to me. I stepped forward and was met with a quick strike to the side of my head by the blackjack. Searing pain traveled from the spot of impact, and then around my head. The impact knocked me off my feet. I landed hard on my side. The MPs pulled me off the floor. Two of them pinned me against the wall. They leaned in with all their weight to hold me still. The third took the blackjack and placed it across my throat. He leaned on it in an effort to force my windpipe to close shut. My oxygen starved lungs screamed out in pain. The edge of my vision darkened while flashes of light filled the center. The last thing I remembered before passing out was the sound of the door opening and a deep voice yelling my name.
Chapter 7
A hard slap across my cheek jarred me from my unconscious state. I opened my eyes. Bear stood over me. His eyebrows pushed down over his eyes. He helped me to my feet and steadied me against the wall. I tensed and checked over the room. Empty. Trails of blood led from the middle of the floor to the door.
"What the hell happened, Jack?"
I shook my head. "They wanted to cut my hair."
"What?"
"Retaliation," I said. "For breaking my cell-mate's jaw."
"Yeah, I heard about that."
"He swung at me first."
Bear took a step back. His lips thinned as he looked me over. "Christ, they did a number on you. How do you feel? Can you walk?"
I pushed away from the wall. Took a step, steadied myself.
"Yeah, I think I'm good."
I walked to the row of sinks and looked at my reflection in the mirror. Blood trickled from a small gash on the side of my head. My nose was red and swollen, but not broken. That was the worst of it, though. There were no broken bones and no major lacerations. I came out it OK, all
My legs climbed their way up the man I was wrestling with until I managed to get my shin across the front of his neck. A quick shift of momentum and I spun around, coming out on top with his neck in a death grip between my legs. I arched and twisted. His mouth opened and his face turned pale and his neck was close to snapping. He slapped and clawed at my legs. I felt like a savage, yelling as I neared the moment when I planned to lurch and end his life.
The MPs intervened, one hitting me over the head with a blackjack. They pulled at my legs and freed the man from the death grip. His loud gasps for air filled the room as he crawled across the slick floor on his belly to the row of sinks.
I felt my body pulled from the floor and flung through the air and pinned against the wall. The MPs held me there while three of the four men stood.
The door opened and the third MP stuck his head in. "What the hell is taking so long?"
No one said anything.
He entered the room.
"Jesus Christ," he said. "What the hell happened in here?"
I caught his eye and smiled. "You guys got no idea who you're messing with, do you?"
"Shut up."
The MP with the blackjack slammed it across my stomach.
I grimaced against the pain, forcing a smile even though I couldn't breathe.
"Just end him, and let's get out of here," the third MP said.
The big man stepped forward. "Let me do it." He bared his teeth at me.
"No," the MP said. He grabbed the big man by his shoulder. "You guys need to get the hell out of here."
The big man spun. "Like hell, man. He's ours." His large arm stretched out toward me. He took two steps forward, looked back at the MP. "Just try and stop me."
I knew the MP wouldn't, so I did. I lifted my leg toward my chest and drove my heel down and into the side of his knee. Popping sounds filled the room as his ACL and MCL tore upon impact. He went down hard, his head slamming into the tile floor, a pool of blood forming under him.
All hell broke loose after that.
The MPs quickly took care of the two standing prisoners, restraining them and piling them near the door. Easy work, considering I'd already beaten them. With the prisoners out of the way, the MPs turned their attention to me. I stepped forward and was met with a quick strike to the side of my head by the blackjack. Searing pain traveled from the spot of impact, and then around my head. The impact knocked me off my feet. I landed hard on my side. The MPs pulled me off the floor. Two of them pinned me against the wall. They leaned in with all their weight to hold me still. The third took the blackjack and placed it across my throat. He leaned on it in an effort to force my windpipe to close shut. My oxygen starved lungs screamed out in pain. The edge of my vision darkened while flashes of light filled the center. The last thing I remembered before passing out was the sound of the door opening and a deep voice yelling my name.
Chapter 7
A hard slap across my cheek jarred me from my unconscious state. I opened my eyes. Bear stood over me. His eyebrows pushed down over his eyes. He helped me to my feet and steadied me against the wall. I tensed and checked over the room. Empty. Trails of blood led from the middle of the floor to the door.
"What the hell happened, Jack?"
I shook my head. "They wanted to cut my hair."
"What?"
"Retaliation," I said. "For breaking my cell-mate's jaw."
"Yeah, I heard about that."
"He swung at me first."
Bear took a step back. His lips thinned as he looked me over. "Christ, they did a number on you. How do you feel? Can you walk?"
I pushed away from the wall. Took a step, steadied myself.
"Yeah, I think I'm good."
I walked to the row of sinks and looked at my reflection in the mirror. Blood trickled from a small gash on the side of my head. My nose was red and swollen, but not broken. That was the worst of it, though. There were no broken bones and no major lacerations. I came out it OK, all
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