Adam Durst looked at the bars of his cell and contemplated if this whole thing was real. His lack of freedom told him it was, but still Adam was in disbelief. He should be outside these walls, flying through space on his own exploration mission. To boldly go where… well wherever he wanted. Didn’t they get it? He was an explorer, plain and simple, but now he circled the cell like the caged animal he was. “This can’t be happening,” he said to no one.
That’s why he startled when a voice replied. “Mr. Durst, it is most certainly happening.” The owner of the voice materialized around the corner of the hallway. Henry was an old school guard who was secretly counting the days till he could get out of jail and into retirement. Following Henry was his lap dog and trainee, Wendell. “Time to meet your lawyer,” Henry said.
“Should we shackle him?” asked Wendell with a grin on his face.
Henry shook his head. “I don’t think Mr. Durst will give us any troubles. Wouldn’t you agree?” Henry asked Adam.
Adam didn’t like Henry, but could respect the man. Wendell, well he was going to either be a tyrant when Henry retired or out of the system as a statistic. “I’m a model prisoner,” Adam said. “I walk a mean walkway.”
Henry didn’t even acknowledge the joke. He just unlocked the door and waived Adam threw. Adam walked through and pretended to check the nonexistent pockets of his orange jumpsuit. “Sorry Henry, I must have left my tipping money in my other suit,” Adam said.
Wendell got into Adam’s face. “You think you’re funny?” Wendell asked.
Henry put a hand on Wendell’s arm, moving him out of Adam’s space. “Mr. Durst, are we about to have an issue?” Henry asked.
Adam rubbed his shoulder in remembrance of the last issue he had with Henry. Sucks when you trip and fall hard into cell bars. Especially when an old guard who is still built like a linebacker falls on top of you. At least that’s what the accident report had said. Yep, old school. “Nope Henry. No issues,” Adam said.
Henry nodded and closed the empty cell door. He then gestured down the wide hallway and the three of them began to walk in a line, with Adam in the middle. They walked in silence till they came to the private meeting rooms. Henry unlocked the third one, opened it up, and waived for Adam to walk in. “Miss Abernathy is waiting for you,” Henry said.
Adam nodded to Henry and entered the room. Alice Abernathy sat at the table, her briefcase exploded over the entire flat space. This was not going to be fun. Henry began to close the door, but Adam stopped him. “Henry, when you retire you should look into being a doorman. You would be so good at it, and you would still get to wear a uniform,” Adam said.
Henry smiled a very flat smile through pursed lips. Adam knew he would pay for that one later, but maybe Henry wouldn’t do anything because Alice had heard the exchange. Henry’s eyes seem to say the same thing, but then Adam caught a glance of Wendell. There was a promise of a whole lot of hurt there. Yep, definitely a statistic.
“Miss Abernathy, he is all yours, unless you wish us to take him back right now,” Henry said.
Alice sighed and shook her head. “That is tempting, but no, I need to prep him for sentencing tomorrow,” she said.
“As you wish,” Henry said to Alice, but he kept his eyes on Adam. Yeah, maybe old school would allow for some extracurricular activities tonight. Adam shuddered as the door closed.