Thread: Processing/Deportation Area

Name Jackson Pierce Nickname Jax Attire Black cargo pants, black leather studded belt with concealed blade in buckle, plain black sleeveless tee, Black Red Sox Hoodie, black converse sneakersClassic high tops. Weapons None Location ProcessingDeportation Area Tagging Summer, OPEN It was around 9AM when the USPFUnited States Police Force busted down the doors to he and his sister's Massachusetts home. The president himself among the men and women who came barreling through his house, ripping and tearing through his possessions in search of two things. Summer's laptop and his external hard drive. Both items were found relatively easily however the complete ignorance to the power of modern technology was shown clearly by the group of government puppets as they completely ignored the PlayStation 4 that was in sleep mode on the entertainment center as they cuffed the two youngest Pierce siblings and dragged them from the home and shoved them into a squad van before hauling them off to the Processing area in Kent County, Rhode Island where they would be questioned and probably beaten down for information before they either chose to die or live out the rest of their lives in the Rhode Island State Correctional Facility. Jackson could still see the look on the Commander in Chief's face as he looked into his eyes, the words the old fool spoke before spitting in the youngest Pierce boy's face. How stupid do you think we are boy? Did you really think you would get away with this? ,the old man asked with a smug, overconfident, and disgustingly proud grin spread across his face. The blatant show of disrespect towards Summer because she was a woman making Jackson grit his teeth out of anger, he could still feel the tension in his gums as he sat on the steel bench outside of the Captain's office. Mr. President could've at least acknowledged the fact that Summer was even there but he didn't even glance at the young woman while his officers manhandled her like some kind of possession. Stupid isn't the word I would use.....Completely obtuse, ignorant, and bigoted, maybe.....but even that's putting it lightly ,was Jackson's response before the president spat in his face and he was carried away. Now he sat here, waiting to hear the words he already knew he was going to hear. By the decision of the United States government and it's lifetime President Captain douchecunt himself, you have been sentenced to a lifetime term in Rhode Island State Correctional Facility. You have the option to be executed on spot if you choose to not serve said term. What is you're decision? . Of course Jackson would serve, death was not an option and he'd be damned if he gave in so quickly. Sure the unexpected raid was a huge blow to the plans laid out but it wasn't the end and he was going to do everything he could to help bring down the corrupt government that was running the show. As he sat waiting, Jackson began to fiddle with the hemline of his hoodie. The action seeming as if only a nervous reaction but in all reality it was just Jackson being the completely stealthy little genius he was. An eyeglass repair kit concealed within the small space between the hemline and the bottom of the hoodie was slowly being pushed through a hole inside the sweater until it was rested in Jackson's palm. The young man glanced over to his sister and smirked before slowly getting to his feet and stretching his arms out while yawning, acting as if he was simply stretching his muscles, the eyeglass repair kit tucked into his right sleeve before he made his way over to one of the guards. I need to relieve myself sir ,the young man stated as he began to walk in place, a look of urgency coming across his face as he looked to the heavily armed guard. The large man rolled his eyes before sighing out of aggravation, Come on this way boy and make it quick! ,the guard snapped out as he motioned for Jackson to follow him. The young man stayed silent as he followed the guard and as soon as they reached the restrooms, Jackson bowed his head slightly while forcing a smile, Thank you, I shall make haste and we will be back to lock me away in no time ,the young man stated with a slightly snarky tone before entering the men's room. Once inside and the door shut behind him, Jackson immediately made his way into one of the stalls and hopped up onto a toilet seat before pushing the grate that lead to the vents open and sliding his slim body inside. He followed the vents, looking through different grates as he passed them. His destination was the maintenance room, his goal, to shut down the power in the building and give him an opening to hack into the main gates in Kent county and open them up. Jackson had studied the building's layout various times, even drew out a mental map in his head that started from the very bathroom he had been led to. Once he got to his destination it would be easy to get the job done with the tools he had. He pulled a grate from it's place before slipping into the dimly lit maintenance room and making sure he didn't make too much noise. After successfully gaining entrance into the room, Jackson went to work. The power systems were relatively easy to break into once one looked past the fancy design and unnecessarily large button grid. Jackson pulled the eyeglass kit from his sleeve and popped it open before pulling the tiny screwdriver within out and getting to work on popping the cover of one of the panels off. Once he succeeded with his first task, he went to work on cutting wires, specific wires that would shut down certain areas of the building, his goal, to leave only the main computer room open. With the darkness inside the place and the utter chaos a power outage would cause within a place filled with newly found criminals, most of which believed to be wrongfully arrested would distract most of the forces inside giving Jackson a short window of time to fully carry out his task. As Jackson had suspected, utter chaos ensued as the lights began to cut off. Detainees were starting to fight the guards and officers and whatever guards that weren't trying to control new prisoners, were heading straight towards the area Jackson was in and the young man could only hope that they got cut off by a group of rowdy convicts to give him more time. Jackson took a deep breath before moving to cut the last wire on his little mental list. STOP RIGHT THERE KID! ,a guard shouted angrily before the sound of his gun cocking could be heard causing Jackson's ears to twitch before he raised his hands in surrender. Bravo Scooby, ya got me ,Jackson stated in a bored tone before he was snatched up and dragged from the maintenance room with force. Once he was removed from the room, a black cloth sack was placed over his head as his hands were cuffed behind his back. You just signed your own death certificate punk! How aboutta nice swim with da fishes to teach ya a little somethin' eh?color ,one of the guards stated as they dragged the young man towards the helicopter landing where he would be loaded up and flown out to sea before dropped into the ocean and forced to swim for his very life. It wasn't exactly in Jackson's plans but he sure as hell wasn't going to let this bullshit be the end of him, the end of his work to bring the government down. Moving to Misquamicut Beach