The talk is excited, anxiety tangible. If they come in force, I'm cuffing up. I didn't come here to get hurt. A press of the button verifies the water is also off. Towels are dipped into toilets for inadequate protection when the gas comes.
Sweat begins to ooze in the heating air and increasing tension.
The loud electronic lock of the pod door thunders in the strained quiet. Another guard places a high-velocity fan in the mouth of the pipe at the pod door. The air will be directed outside when the tear gas explodes in the man's cell. The silent ones can be sensed among the hushed voices, those who have never seen this before. The group approaches the man's cell.