Time is moving towards the escape, but now there are complications. Will Patrick and Rachel be reunited, or will Snake manage to continue to make their life hell.
I hope you are enjoying this multi part 2 to Rattling Snakes Cage and the many colourful characters whos paths cross in this romantic crime thriller.
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The noise in the D wing shower room was overpowering, with the roar of twenty or so showers thundering water onto old white tiles, and the deep cadence of naked prisoners talking and laughing as they had their chance of sluicing off the smell of sweat and prison for a little while. Some men stood shaving in old cracked and sealed mirrors above sinks, and the subtle and not so subtle insults were exchanged between men forced to live together, and towards the handful of screws who watched the process, making sure nothing untoward was happening.
Patrick stood naked under a shower, letting the tepid water run over his skin, his now longer hair wet and dripping into his eyes, the suds from a hard bar of cheap soap swirling around his feet into the stained rusty grill in the floor. Glancing to his right he watched as Harwell deliberately knocked a couple of men as they stood shaving, always the bully, and then glanced up further into the large shower room checking on the young lad, and making sure he was with one of the brothers out of Hartwell's reach.
Satisfied all was well he continued to shower and as he turned off the water he realised that two men were standing close to him. Looking over his shoulder at them he wrapped the thin white towel around his hips and turned around to face them.
"We have a message from Snake for you...he wants to show you something."
Patrick's stomach plunged at the mention of Snake, knowing that it would be easy for him to set up something to happen to him even here inside. Putting on a brave face so as to not let the two men see he was intimidated in any way he retorted, "Fuck Snake and any message he has for me...tell him to go fuck himself." and he started to walk over to the sinks so that he could shave.
Grabbing his arm as he went to go past, the nails of his fingers biting into Patrick's bicep, one of the men hissed, "Your cell later...you need to see the message...don't be a silly bugger and get Armstrong any madder than he already is with you."
Just giving the man a steel eyed look face to face and then at the hand holding his arm so he would let go, Patrick continued walking towards the sinks.
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Jerry paced back and forth in his hotel room, the Pay as you Talk mobile grasped tightly in his hand, trying to find a way to tell his friend that Snake had Rachel. He knew that Patrick would go ape shit when he found out and he wasn't looking forward to being the one to break the bad news to him.
Sitting down on the edge of the bed he ran his hand through his blond hair and took off his glasses, huffing on them with his breath and then wiping them with the edge of the mussed up bed sheet, cleaning them before returning them to his face. Damn Snake, he thought, every time they thought they were clear of him he would pop up like a bad smell on the sole of your shoe. He knew that Patrick, once he knew that Snake had Rachel and had completed the escape, wouldn't go down to Brighton to the boat and out of the UK until he had freed her from the bastard.
For there was no way Rachel would willingly be with Snake.
And quite frankly he knew in his heart he couldn't let Patrick go to rescue her by himself. So as well as breaking the bad news to Patrick he was going to have to explain to Davy, Danny and Alan that there was going to be a big change to the plan.
Not sure what the new plan would be, but he knew his biggest problem would end up getting the others to hold off on the final part of the escape to allow Patrick and himself to go and get Rachel out of that evil motherfuckers clutches.
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By now Nash was coldly lethal, his head focused on ripping Patrick's head off. That's all he thought about in his solitary cell as he sat out his punishment. In his minds eye he could see the bloody broken body of Curtis as he lay at his feet, and his hands clenched into tight fists on his thighs as he ran through the images in his head.
Smiling to himself he started counting down the minutes until tomorrow when his punishment would be up and he could get his hands on him.
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Tony sat at the bench dividing the white powder into small plastic bags whilst in his mind he counted the amount of men that he thought would be probably present tomorrow when he, John and the rest of the gang hit the lab and got Snake.
He had told John and the others that Friday, late afternoon, would be the best time to make the hit as Snake was always in his office on a Friday until about eight before going on to the club. He would be there as that was when most money came in with the collectors who had delivered the weekend supplies to the dealers and collected and brought in the money owed from them for the past weeks supply.
Looking around at the other men in the room he figured that out of the seven men in the room only possibly one might have a gun, a skinny collector who also did some protection for Snake. There was always a couple of men at the gate up the lane, and he guessed they would be armed, and of course Snake always had a couple of heavies with him and they definitely would be armed, and then of course he guessed Snake himself would have a shooter, especially after being shot six months ago by that rival dealer he had killed.