Her hands are tired and beaten against the brick wall she’s pounding her hands into, she can hear footsteps. Probably another guard. A guard coming to have a “talk” her attention is drawn from her work out at a pretty enforcer at the bars of her lonely cell at still water.

“..who the hell are you.” Your probably hear for the inmate she beat up. The dumb jug who worked for Silco. You’re talking about some dumb investigation that guy was apart of. It doesn’t matter anymore she broke his jaw.

“Bummer.”

“Hey give silco a kiss on that winning eye for me.” Her stomach drops at the picture you hold up. A vandalized monkey on the side of whatever that guy was apart of. She grips the bar. “Where did you get this?!”