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Part 12 - Prison Break, Redux
"Ah, so you
are
dirty." I said to the Warden. "And we now have the proof."
"You ain't gonna live long enough to prove a damn thing." said Warden Williams. "Men, kill this bastard. The girl gets killed by a ricochet, unfortunately."
As the guards moved to shoot me, the third guard behind them slammed the butt of his rifle into one of the guards' head from behind. The other hesitated, and I moved with lightning speed and kicked the gun out of his hands. Then the crowbar went to work. As the third guard collected the weapons, I administered punishment to the two guards as well as the Warden, who thought he was a 'Kung Fu fighter', but was sadly mistaken.
"They don't have any cuffs to put on them." said Leonard Lotz, the 'third guard'. He'd infiltrated the prison and confirmed what we'd been told: Yvonne Newton proclaimed her innocence the first time she saw him.
"No problem." I said. I got what looked like a solid rectangular box out of my pocket and placed it where I knew the electric junction for Yvonne's cell was. Then I manually pushed the door open.
"Come on." I told Yvonne. She came out as I directed Leonard to help me put the two guards in the cell. Then I closed the door and took the box with me, locking them inside.
"Let's take Warden Williams back to the FBI." I said. We hauled him up off the floor.
"Won't do any good." said the Warden. "My men ambushed your men. They're all dead by now."
"Warden," I said wearily, "I truly hope you don't think you're dealing with an Agency of the Weak-Minded, here. Lotz, you got a radio?"
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Don, we're holding out in the control room!" said Muscone. "They've got the room surrounded, but haven't tried to come in yet."
"What about the cafeteria?" I asked.
"It's a standoff, there." Muscone said.
I looked at Lotz and we both grinned as I asked "Have they tried to shoot at you, or shoot their way in? Have any of them fired a shot?"
"No." said Muscone. "Not yet."
"Good." I said. "Tell your men to start shooting to kill.
Their guns have no ammo in them!
"
A moment later, Jack radioed back. "They all surrendered. How did you know they had no ammo?"
"I learned a few things... oh, about 400 years ago." I radioed back. I was later told that Jack Muscone responded to that with words that he did not learn in my daddy's household...
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The FBI Agents locked the rogue guards into the cells in which they'd been hiding. Turns out some of them were the convicts sent to this prison, and were offered favors if they helped the Warden defeat us. They were given empty guns, and told that if they surprised the FBI, they'd be able to get the FBI's loaded guns and kill the Agents with them.
More Agents and other 'good guys' were coming in, so we left. At the helicopter, I asked Lotz if he was coming with us. "No, I'm going to make a run for it." he said. "Your sister will find something for me to do. By the way... thank you for giving Kathy that nice funeral. She was a good person, she deserved it."
"Yes, she did." I said. "Take care of yourself, Leonard, and thanks for your help."
"I told you I was good at prison breaks." Lotz said in his cynical way, but with a grin. I grinned and we shook hands, and I boarded the helicopter to leave.
We got Yvonne Newton to the helicopter and took off. FBI Special Agent Jefferson remained behind to take command of the prison and the situation there.
"Who was that guy that helped you?" asked Muscone as we buckled into the plane to go home.
"Oh, some guy I met in Paris last week." I said. "He's good at prison breaks."
"No doubt." said Muscone. "So... they're going to send extra lighter fluid for your bonfire for this one. How'd you do it?"
"My buddy there infiltrated the prison as a guard." I said. "He confirmed that it was Yvonne... she told him she was wrongly imprisoned as soon as she saw him, like she did every other new person she saw... and then he got wind that the Warden was going to give a lot of guys empty guns to hopefully subdue all of you. He was hoping some of his loyal guards could fire their loaded guns at you to make you think they were all carrying loaded guns. Fortunately, you guys were able to barricade yourselves long enough for me to get Yvonne out."
"And the Warden into our custody. And we got it all on tape. Good job." said Muscone. "But we really do need to talk about you deliberately walking into traps like that..."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
I went up to Yvonne, who was sitting towards the front of the plane, ravenously eating the breakfast she had been brought.
"Yvonne, what happened?" I asked as I sat down next to her.
"I don't know." said Yvonne. "One night last August I went to bed like normal, and the next morning I woke up in that cell. At first I had no idea what was going on, and the guards wouldn't tell me anything; they looked at me like I was crazy. I asked for a lawyer, and they said no visits, that my appeals were up. Over time, I figured out that they thought I was my sister Julie..." She began crying.
"Yes." I said. "Your sister betrayed you, too. She had you put in that prison cell so that she could roam free without anyone knowing she escaped. But you're out now. We'll have to confirm your identity by a DNA test, and you'll have to stay at home in your townhouse until we do, under Police guard."
"They didn't foreclose on my townhouse?" Yvonne asked.
"No." I said. "Apparently your sister made the monthly payments, and she would stay there or let her associates stay there. We're going to see about getting you your old job back with the library system, but it's more likely we'll have to find you a place with the University."
Yvonne nodded, then said "Thank you for coming for me, Commander." Her voice quavered as she said "I had lost hope that I'd ever get out of there."
"Never lose hope." I said. "It is never over, until it is over."
Part 13 - Early Elections
"Early DNA markers show it's Yvonne, not Julie." said Cindy Ross at 3:00pm, Tuesday, March 27th. "The full tests won't be back for two days, and the legally defensible data won't be back for eight days. The Federal Judge agreed to let Yvonne wear an ankle monitor, and she can go to the grocery store."
"Good." I said. "Laura informs me that Dr. Paul Berkshire needs an administrative assistant, and he is going to interview Yvonne. So things should work out for her, I hope."
"God, I can't even imagine it." said Cindy. "Doing something like that to Molly, or her doing that to me. I know you and your sister are a long way better than you used to be, too."
"True." I said. "I still make sure to keep my eyes firmly on my sister when she's in my presence, but few things compare to what Julie did to Yvonne... what Westboro and Thatcher did to those poor puppy dogs qualifies, but few other things..." I shook my head in wonder of the evil that people can do to each other... and to puppies.
"That leads to one other thing." said Cindy. "Davis thinks someone was using Yvonne's apartment as recently as last night. He thought he smelled perfume, and of course Yvonne hadn't been in her own apartment in months."
"He might be right." I said. "You put out the APB for Julie?"
"Yes." said Cindy. "State-wide. The FBI has put out a nationwide alert for her, as well." Then she said "I just have one question, sir."
"Which is?" I replied.
"How long have you known Julie Newton was out of prison and working against us?"
I paused and then said "I knew there was someone, a so-called 'outside agency' working against us as early as last Fall. Dana Fox did not go to California and choose to harass Callie on his own; the CIA would have barbecued him for fucking with their Agent 'Honeybee'." Cindy smiled at that, and at the thought of her beloved Agent 'Honeybee'.
"When we got Jack's kids out of that townhouse in Florida," I continued, "Brooke said something about killing my family... and my dog, too. I think that was when it first struck me that someone was behind his prison escape, someone who also knew about Bowser. Of course I was trying to avoid being beaten up by Red Brooke at the time, so I didn't think about it again until later... and I realized that the Bowser reference went to Brooke by a dog-hater, and then it followed that whoever hated Bowser did so because it was Bowser who outed the Consultant of Crime."
"Yes it was." said Cindy, who had facilitated Bowser's action.
"I put it all together after the incident in Paris." I said. "Waddell was sent there by Julie Newton, and perhaps some other rogues, to eventually set up my sister, who coincidentally is your cousin, to be killed. Someone gave the new CIA Director bad information, and he sent Melina to kill Elizabeth... and Melina was to be killed by Waddell."
"By the time I got back and handled everything concerning Goth Girl Kathy's death," I said, "I was in the process of finding out if Julie was still in prison, and she wasn't; her sister had been put in there in her place. So I was already planning to go get Yvonne when Paulina couldn't find her. And so it goes..."
