Barely anyone around here knows you, even in this cell block. You want a big-shot like me to help the kiddies out, right?” I’m sure you know where this conversation is going.” “A black ops unit made of criminals with little to no hope of release within their life time. “The official term is Task Force X” Waller bristled. You’re that woman with the suicide squad, aren’t you?” “It’s five o’ clock in the afternoon and I want to talk to you about something.” Hertz winced slightly as he pulled his face out of his pillow and his eyes adjusted to the light. “Richard Hertz” she said simply, not one to waste time on small talk. The cell door opened with a buzz as the Warden slipped his card through the scanner, allowing Waller entry first. If she could get away with reducing their sentences, they could be allowed to relieve some of their anger every once in a while. She wasn’t too heartless many guards at Belle Reve had lost family or friends to the psychopaths and criminals they were paid to watch over.
It was clear that he was rattling off a pre-prepared lie, but she was willing to look past the barely-feasible façade. “Uh… he mouthed off to a guard, then slipped and broke his nose.” The warden, a heavyset man with gelled hair, swallowed as he guided them towards Hertz’s cell. “How did he end up in the medical wing two weeks ago?” “Prospective members of Task Force X need to be in perfect health, Warden” Amanda said bluntly, keeping perfect pace with the man despite him being a foot taller than her. Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 34145 Chapters: 11/? Comments: 61 Kudos: 103 Bookmarks: 16 Hits: 2279 the main focus is on everyone's favourite idiot.i mean it'll probably end up angsty somehow but still.
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