Thread: El Cereso Prison (Steel Butterfly & Adam)

Harvey Forrest locked at the file that was spread out on his mahogany desk. It wasn't a beautiful story. According to the report Joanne, the convicted girl, was affiliated with Vicente Carrillo Fuentes, a ruthless drug cartel infamous for it's violent clashes with the rival Sinaloa cartel. On the attached photo she looked like a sweet girl, far to young to be an hardened criminal, but her appearance was deceptive. The little cutie on the photograph had actually committed a triple homicide, brutally slaughtering three innocent bystanders who out of bad luck had become witnesses to her gun fight with two unidentified opponents, believed to be members of the Sinaloa. She had shot the victims, a couple and their daughter, while they were trying to flee from the crime scene. The parents had died immediately, while the merely fourteen year old girl, who had at first only been shot in the leg, died when the cold hearted perpetrator had fired a second shot though her forehead at point blank distance. Her beautiful green eyes seemed so playful and alert on the photograph, almost like she was flirting with the photographer, but behind them hid a disgusting monster, not a human being. With the three witnesses out of the way, Joanne must have thought she had covered all her trails. What she did not know was that she had been followed by an American agent, who had kindly provided a detailed account of the incident to the Mexican police. The speedy treatment of the case in Mexico's otherwise famously slow course system as well as the harsh verdict - three lifetimes in jail, one for each victim - was all thanks to his inviolable work. Harvey found the whole story lamentable. Through the years he had seen a lot, after all he had worked for the CIA for more than a decade, but this pointless brutality was just deplorable. However there was a bright side to the story - the dangerous criminal would be kept away from the streets, and would instead have to suffer a harsh punishment in his prison. Harvey had first arrived at El Cereso Prison as a US adviser as a part of the War on Drugs. Concerned with the effect the dysfunctional Mexican prisons had on the drug trade, the US government sent in some help to steer up the situation. He had been very effective and succeeded in turning the violent chaos that used to be El Cereso into strict order. At first his superiors were very pleased at the results, but when rumors about the methods he used reached them, they quickly got cold feet. He was promptly discharged from his position, but Harvey had no intention of giving up. Instead of returning to the US, he turned to the Mexican government who was less picky with human rights abuses, and they immediately offered him the position as warden. Harvey's thoughts returned to the girl. She might as well be innocent, off course, just a victim of a cruel set up. The fact that she had been sent to his prison, who technically was in the wrong district, indicated that something fishy was going on. But the warden was not interested in boring details such as her possible innocent. It really didn't matter, because the only fact that was of any importance was that she would be his property soon. After all, female inmates was always the best, he thought as he reached down to stroke the pet he kept under his desk. - - - - - - - - - After the judge had read the short verdict and declared the trial to be over, Joanne had been escorted directly to the prison transport, an old shabby delivery wan, by two armed med in the grey prison guard uniforms. They were both in their early to mid 30's, and a quick comparison between her thin body and their muscular carcasses made it obvious that one of them would have been more than enough to keep her in check. But they had sent two anyway. One was a tall, bald man whose thick neck made his head look like nothing but a weird tumor sticking up from his wide shoulders. The other was a short but broad guy with his thick arms covered in tribal tattoos and his mousy, straggling hair hanging down all the way to his shoulders. Both wore sunglasses, and their stone like faces was just as void of any expression as the dark surface of their glasses. To be honest, they looked more like two criminal henchmen than enforcers of the law None of the two had spoken a single word to her so far. In complete silence, they had cuffed her hands, and led her to the car. There the bald one had tossed her into the storage area of the wan like if she was nothing more than a sack of potatoes. A few second after they had closed the doors, leaving her in complete darkness, the car drove off. After what felt like an eternity but in fact was no more than an hour, they had arrived at the prison and let her out. Now the two guards, the bald to her left and the short to her right, were escorting her down the roomy, shining corridors of the prisons well maintained administrative building. Without knocking, they open the double doors leading to the wardens office and barged in. For the first time one of the two spoke. Here's the cargo, sir. the bald one reported in a militaristically sharp and loud voice, as he gave his prisoner a firm push forward so she ended up standing right in front of the desk. The warden slowly raised his gaze from the documents he had been reading, revealing a rugged face with a angular jawbone, and two cold, apathetic, dark eyes. His hair had the same army hair cut it had had since his youth, even though it was more grey than dark brown now. The black suit he was wearing, an expensive piece that probably cost more than most Mexican workers earned in a month, did not hide the fact that his robust body still in shape, even though he was more than fifty years old. When he was younger he had exercised to attract women. Now that was not a problem he had to deal with anymore, since attraction had ceased to be a requirement, but he was well aware of the fact that his job was dangerous, and one day his physical fitness could be the difference between life and death. Harvey's judging eyes wandered over the new prisoners body, from top to toe. He made no effort to hide the fact that he spent quite some time staring at the girls boobs. The hunger that lit up his previously empty eyes signaled that he like what he saw. Welcome to El Cereso. he said in a hoarse, low voice, and his poker face broke down into a smug smile. Or perhaps I should say welcome home?