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1.03.2012

Chapter 3-1: Castling - Promotion?


Jeremy- United States Senate- Day 23

            Richard strolled through the makeshift prison the Faction had built out of the parking garage of Carlos’ former office building headquarters. The grey cement building was fairly quiet, the inmates being either highly disciplined or absolutely exhausted. There was one prisoner who couldn’t keep his mouth shut, though. His name was Jeremy Glass.
            The former senator remembered Richard as well as he had remembered John several days before. He remembered the shaky entry into his hotel room, the yells not of courage, but of excitement. He also remembered the feeling of a loaded revolver pressed against his forehead. He watched his first true enemy walk closer and closer to his cell, and turned to the man who was his foe only in name.
            “He wants me dead, doesn’t he?” Jeremy asked.
            “I don’t think anyone knows what that one wants,” replied John.
            Richard looked his former superior up and down and offered his hand in greeting.
            “Do you two know each other from somewhere?” Jeremy asked, a sickening grin spread across his face.
            The question sounded so sincere, Richard believed the man had gone insane during his short stay behind bars. When the laughing started, he realized the senator had never been sane by Richard’s standards.
            “This is the most important inmate. I’m here to keep tabs on him at all times,” explained John. “He’s an asset. We never could have taken the Northern Line without his intelligence. We reward that here. No torture. No taunting. These are honorable men, not mob bosses like we used to hunt down.
            Richard grunted in understanding and turned away from his captive.
            “You aren’t even going to say hello?”
            Richard turned to the cell, and found Jeremy sitting just inches from the bars. The look on his face was sickeningly juvenile, and was obviously intended to enrage his jailer.
            “You shouldn’t toy with me, freak. I’m more dangerous than you can imagine,” Richard hissed, playing into Jeremy’s hand.
            “Of course you are,” said Jeremy, standing, “but I assume that threat comes from the loaded die in your holster. What happens when the odds are even?”
            “I should kill you right here!” Richard screamed, grabbing the Senator through the bars of his cell.
            John grabbed Richard and pulled him away from his near-victim. Richard threw his hands up, pushing John back, and stalked away. There was complete silence all around the remaining pair.
            “He gets mad when you pull his tail,” Jeremy said to the veteran. “I wonder if he’d act the same way if I cut it off?”

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