Author's note: - This is a follow on to the previous chapter of Becca XXX Hard Time. Please read it before reading this or you will not understand the plot or characters
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Becca XXX. Hard Time. Ch 06.
"If you're name's not Melody Thomas, who the fuck are you?" I asked.
She stared back at me as though she was ashamed of her true identity.
"Sasha..." she replied. "... My name is Sasha. Louise. Hamilton."
A kaleidoscope of euphoria and shock washed over me as though I was bathing in a rainbow.
This young girl in front of me was the reason I was in Bronzefield. She was Charles Hamilton's daughter. My theory about being in ultra-deep cover must have been correct. Lexa and Ethan had set the whole thing up in order to get me in front of this girl. She was our only way of finding a man who couldn't be found.
My head was full of questions which needed answering by Melody, or Sasha, as she had now revealed herself to me. I also had questions for Lexa, but until I could get out of here, they would have to wait. The team at The Facility must have somehow unearthed the fact that Charles Hamilton had a daughter whom was presumed dead. How they found out that she'd switched identities with someone else was a mystery to me for the time being.
It didn't matter how they'd found out about her; I was now friends with my target's daughter. I had to be careful not to spook her, especially with Arrow thinking I was a spy.
"Are you Charles Hamilton's daughter?" I asked.
"What? Yes, how did you know that? Do you know my father?" Melody seemed shocked.
"Does he own The Hamilton Corporation?" I replied.
"Yes... oh shit... you didn't work for him? Did you?"
"No, no, nothing like that. I worked for a large accountancy firm and we helped them out with import duty on some of their goods after Brexit. I recognised the name. Holy fuck, it's a small world."
"It really is. Did you meet him?"
"Not personally. I was just an account assistant, crunching numbers and compiling spreadsheets. I looked him up on the internet to see who he was," I replied.
"Did it say he was a rapey, incestuous cunt who wanted to marry his own daughter?" hissed Naomi.
"Funnily enough, no," I giggled. "But it did say that he was a multi-millionaire."
"He is," sighed Melody. "And here I am stuck in prison doing time for someone else's crimes and getting gang raped once a week in the basement."
We all went silent, not really knowing how to respond to that. I wondered if she wanted her old life back to replace the one she was currently living. Being fucked by your own father and living a life of luxury may have been the lesser of two evils.
"Is that why you want to escape?" I asked. "Do you want to go back to your old life?"
"In a way, I suppose I do," she shrugged. "It's a damn sight better than this," she held her arms up to emphasise where she was.
"You can't go back to that," Naomi snapped. "You deserve a better life. You're no more free living with your dad than you are in here."
"No, but the living conditions would be better," she smiled. "I'd rather be back there than in here."
"Do you have a plan?" I asked.
"What sort of a plan?"
"A plan of escape?"
"Not really. I've looked at several options, but none of them seem viable at the moment."
"It's impossible," said Arrow. "No one has ever escaped from Bronzefield and no one ever will."
"Thanks for your positive input," laughed Naomi. "You're always so helpful, Arrow."
"It's true. Think about it. If you're going to escape, it will have to be at night so you're not missed until the morning. That means you've got to escape from your cell, get through umpteen locked gates to get outside, avoid all the alarms and cameras, scale a fence and then climb a thirty-foot wall," she pointed out, while never looking away from her gaming screen. "You'll then be pursued by hundreds of police and helicopters with thermal imaging cameras while you're dressed in prison clothing. Even if you did escape, you'd be caught within hours."
Arrow was right. I'd thought the same thing when I'd been assessing an escape plan while I was locked in solitary. Melody put her head in her hands as though she also thought the same.
I was about to add my comments when I heard the jangle of keys and heavy footsteps coming along the landing. We all fell silent and waited for the screws to pass.
They didn't.
Bang - bang.
The screw knocked on the metal door, but didn't wait to be invited in.
"Is prisoner Sloan in here... ah there you are," said Edwards. "We've been looking for you."
"I'm here Miss Edwards," I replied, getting up from the bottom bunk.
"You've got a visitor," she said.
"A visitor? Who is it?" I asked in shock.
No one knew I was in Bronzefield so I certainly wasn't expecting any visitors.
"Your solicitor," she smirked, knowing I was expecting someone more exciting. "Let's go."
"About time," I exclaimed. "I thought they'd forgotten about me."
"Less chat - more movement," snapped Davis from the landing. "You've got an hour and the clock's already ticking."
"Coming Miss Davis," I said.
"Good luck, Becca," said Naomi as I made to leave. "I'm sure it will go well."
"Yes, good luck," said Melody and Arrow in unison. "Let us know how it goes."
"Thanks. I will. See you in a bit," I smiled back.
I left the cell with the two screws and they led me down the stairs to the interview room. It was the same room I'd been in when I'd sucked off Spalding and his two colleagues in exchange for the wine.
My heart was pounding as we approached the door as I had no idea what to expect. I was going to have to discuss the murder of a drug dealer as though I really was Rebecca Sloan. Now that I'd found my intended target, I had to stay in deep cover. There was no point in trying to talk my way out of here.
"Fifty minutes left," said Edwards. "Make them count."
She knocked the door and waited to be invited in. She appeared to have a lot more respect for the solicitor than she did for the prisoners, that was for sure.
"Enter," said a female voice from behind the door.
